A Crisp Stamp
A tiny dab of leftover red beet juice sat pooled beside the vegetable peeler, and curiosity got the better of my sneakers! I trotted over, carefully dipped the grooved rubber heel of my blue shoe straight into the ruby drop, and lifted it clean. Next, I took aim at a dry scrap of parchment paper resting on the counter. Down went my heel with a sharp, deliberate press—stamp! When I stepped back with my red foot, a sharp geometric tread pattern gleamed in bold red against the crinkled paper. Precision printmaking, unlocked!