Squishy Happiness

We scored some cream of tartar while cleaning Andrew's Grandma's house after she moved.  I'm sure it has a valid place in recipes meant for consumption, but to me it means one thing.  Homemade play-dough!  I made a purple batch this afternoon using a recipe from a book my mom always used.  I love homemade play-dough.  It's warm.  It's more pliable.  It's whatever color I decide to make it.  It smells good. 

It smells exactly like 1986.