Coffee Grounds...

For some reason, I've been thinking a lot about Amy Carmichael and the coffee grounds. I told the story to a group of teens one day when we were standing around talking and they looked at me incredulously and asked, "Would that really work? Are you sure it would make her dark enough to pass for Indian?"

So...last night...it was too much. I had a huge tub of coffee brewing cold (for iced coffee....because that doesn't exist here....and I miss it oh so much). I finished straining it and then looked at the remaining tub full of grounds.

And then, because my curiosity was out of control, I dug my hand into the wet grinds and started rubbing them all over my other arm.

It works.
But man...she really would have reeked of coffee.
Because I still do...
:)