GBE #8 Go ahead and just touch it!

Texture.... I love that word. Just kinda rolls off the tongue 👅 

This word is me. I'm a very tactile type of person. I do believe that I have mentioned this before. I have to touch everything.

I love to run my fingers across the different textures of building materials. When I was younger I would run my fingertips along the tops of the retaining walls that lined the streets of my neighborhood. Some were concrete, others brick or stone. Many had yard cover plants that were draping over them. My favorite was the silky-smoothness of ice plants. It's kinda like aloe, but without the prickly edges.

Speaking of prickly, I have learned that cacti ARE NOT to be touched willy nilly. No, those pokey plants are to be approached with caution. Extreme caution.... Yet, I still must touch them. There's something a little thrilling about touching the smooth skin of a cactus while avoiding the prickly parts.

Call me weird, but I love pregnant bellies. The thought that there is a life growing, a being moving,  under my  hand, is awe inspiring. Have you ever felt the kick of a tiny hoof through it's momma's slick hide? The roll of a puppy, or kitten, through it's momma's fluffy fur? The movement of a tiny human under the tightness of it's momma's belly? 

The different textures of hair is another one of my favorites. Right now I'm obsessed with the soft, silkiness of my husband's new hair. Normally, a cancer patient will loose all of their hair during treatment. Not my husband. Nope. As his hair was falling out, the new was growing in. He never went bald. It was like one day he had long hair, then all of a sudden it was softer, and shorter. I saw the evidence of his hair loss wrapped up in his hairbrush. There was a lot. But, to look at him it seemed just a little thinner. In fact, he seems to be turning into a sasquatch. He is still undergoing treatment, yet he's getting fuzzier by the day. Chest hair where there was none before, fuzzy knuckles too. The man has Mr. Snuffleupagus eyelashes, people. Seriously, those things put falsies to shame! And, it is all so, so soft. Kinda like an angora rabbit. A real pleasing texture to touch.

Cornstarch mixed with water to the point where when you poke it it feels solid, but, if you try to pick it up it's a silky liquid that slips through your fingers. 

Silly putty, slime, play-doh, all slightly creepy texture treats for the hands.

Kneeding dough, making pie crust.... Not only a tactile person's happy place, but a chance to remember baking with Grandma as the texture of the dough changes right before your eyes.