I’ve seen this on so many of my friends and families Facebook Feeds…and I’ve been wanting to do it…
It’s just that: Paint is not an essential item.
I tried to order it online. It’s either astronomically priced OR won’t be delivered for over a month.
I tried putting it in my pick-up grocery order: NOT IN STOCK. no subsitutions
So whatever, I bought some Chalk Markers and went on with my life.
Well, it’s Holy Week…and the idea of having a large cross painted on one of our windows is just too good for me to let go.
Yesterday, we made it happen.
And I realized, it was WAY easier than I thought it would be to make our own washable paint from the paint we already had.
WASHABLE PAINT: ACRYLIC PAINT, DISH SOAP, WATER
OTHER: PAINTER’S OR MASKING TAPE AND BRUSHES
I did the taping, because, well, I’ve reached my limit of “4 children distance learning from home with severely limited contact with the outside world for the past 3 weeks” expectation to work together in a manner that would please Jesus on this project (you’ll see I was not wrong)
Then I used a very little amount of paint, we’ll call it “a Squirt” with a tsp or less of water and “a drop” of dish soap for each color. Super technical measurements. If the mixture is TOO runny, you’ll know…because it will drip. So use less water than you think at first.
(I also tested this out and it came off very easily with my natural window cleaner)
Then, my only “rule” was to try and not let any of the same color touch…and let them go to town.
80% of the way done, and all was right in the world….
and then it wasn’t.
Daughter on chair spilled paint cup on head of daughter on floor.
Daughter on floor does. Not react well to many “uncomfortable” or sensory triggers
After this, the last painter standing “accidently” painted some of my curtain pink.
Come Quickly, Lord Jesus!
We Need You Now!
All joking aside,
Paint washed away from the Hair.
We can now be reminded of the Beautiful Symbolism of the Ultimate washing away….
In a time where we could all use the Comfort.
I couldn’t think of a more fitting day to publish this post than today…what would have been my mom’s 70th birthday….but will be forever 67 in our eyes until we meet again.