Way back in May of this year, I purchased what I thought to be the cheesiest of anniversary gifts for the Coach and I. Turns out, it might be the coolest AND cheesiest gift. I still can’t decide.
I’m not sure where on the internet I had read about it, but someone out there shared their Luna Bean Hands project and I thought, well, this is kind of weird, a little creepy and unusual. SOLD!
The container sat on my laundry room table for months and months. Finally a few days before our last trek up to GA, I said: We need to do this plaster project before one of us loses a hand or worse, dies. There’s nothing to prompt us to finish a project like impending death or dismemberment.
We waited until Kelly was here to mediate guide us through our science project. It was pretty simple with specific directions; mix this with this, then add that, put your hands in the goop, and keep checking that it’s drying, but also YouTube. What did we do before YouTube?
It literally did take 3 people to do this and the funniest part while we were making this memento of our love and life together, we both became extremely annoyed with each other. Ok, maybe I was JUST ANNOYED AT HIM. He didn’t think I had my hand IN the plaster properly and was pissing me off gently asking me to stop wiggling. Hey, I had to SIT STILL FOR AT LEAST 4 MINUTES STRAIGHT; it was hard for me.
We were pleasantly surprised by how well this turned out; talk about instant satisfaction.
You can see every wrinkle on our hands. Why didn’t we do this on our wedding night?
Get your minds out of the gutter, our hands people! Think of how young and fresh our hands were 29 years ago.
And just so you believe that I was being abused held tightly, see the tugging of my skin? You guys are on my side, right?
There are a few areas that could be cleaned up/dug out, but I don’t want to mess with it and take a chance on having to redo it in 2020.
I did a little video so you can see all the wrinkles details. Don’t mind the washer and dryer in the background, Cinderella has a job to do.
Do you happen to remember when my husband refused to do the DNA ancestry test because he thought the government might try to frame him for something? Well, lookie here, I now have his fingerprints! I’ll hang that over his head for eternity because that is true love.
Lauren and Linds: Guess what you get to fight over after we’re gone?
Honestly, I think this is such a wonderful idea. I wish I had the hands of all my people who have passed on.
Well, NOT their ACTUAL hands.
It would have been sweet to do this with our girls when they were little; the four of us. Right? Then again, there would have been four of us wiggling and arguing and the Coach can only squeeze one hand at a time.
Can anyone fess up to topping this level of cheese factor?
Busy Bee Suz 
You win the cheesy project for love award. I cannot imagine my husband ever doing this. I like the wrinkles on your hand, btw. Shows you’ve done things, not sat on the sofa and watched your stories. And now you have something tangible to show the world about your lovey-dovey life. 😉
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Thank you Ally. He was pretty gung ho about the project, now I wonder if he just wanted to reallllly squeeze my hand. 🙂
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Oh.my.gosh. Hilarious. I am in awe that
A) you bought this
B) you actually used it
C) that using this when he was clearly squeezing you too tightly did not end your wonderful 29 year run.
I wonder if the dogs run thru the house and God forbid knock it over and it breaks, will you both feel some perceived pain in your corresponding hand? Or just a pain in your ads knowing it is important to redo it?
Hey, now thst you have it figured out why not create a second set so EACH girl gets one? Then they only have to argue about who gets the ‘squeezed tightly hand’ version.
Seriously, you make me laugh. I also enjoy that this was really the product of a threesome. 😉
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This can not break!! That would be a bad omen.
And yes, the product of a threesome—-I love it!!
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I think you should paint it blood red.
OR have blood red drips of paint down the sides.
Omg that would be so good.
I don’t do well with projects like that. I did the handprints of the girls when they were babies and they turned out just okay but I remember a lot of crying and drinking. That might of been me.
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Well, this might sound freaky, but seeing this in RED did cross my sick mind.
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I love that we share a sick mind.
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This is kind of neat.
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You’re the new, family-friendly version of Cynthia Plaster Caster!
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HA!! I had to google her. She’s, Ummm, she’s a very interesting artist. 🙂
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we made hand prints of our little man but wish we had also done something like this. I would love to be able to hold his ‘hand’ now. all kidding aside, your girls will want to know this is around ‘someday’…in the far distant future.
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PAM!!! Hello!
How sweet would it be to have his “hand”? Very sweet.
I miss you!!
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Why does this thing make me feel a little uncomfortable?
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Nance, it’s not my job to analyze why this makes you uncomfortable. 😉
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That is actually pretty cool! Now I want to make one with my hubby!
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Please do!
I’d love to hear how you guys enjoyed doing it….and if you threatened bodily injury 🙂
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Aw, this is the perfect mix of heart-warming and a little bit serial kill-ish. It is totally perfect that you’re going to look at this and remember bitching at each other while doing it. It reminds me of barking at my kids “LOOK, we’re going to have a LOVELY FAMILY ADVENTURE whether you WANT TO OR NOT”.
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