Last week, my son had a project for school that he, unfortunately, put off until the last minute because he "forgot" about it. Argh! It was the final step related to a paper and presentation he'd made, requiring an artsy final project. I introduced him to a few of my art supplies, showed him how to use the stuff, and let him work. The "stuff" was a fine BLACK embossing powder, and he was using it to finish the edges of faux trading cards of mythological beasties. Alas, the beastie was the boy with the black embossing powder that ended up all over my studio desk. Worse, it ended up sprinkled all through the unbaked polymer clay of a sculpture I was working on and failed to cover completely (I'm not used to sharing studio space and was a dork not to think of this).
Tonight I tried to scrape a thin layer of clay off of what looked like a head with a five o'clock shadow from brow to chin and all the way around. Imagine what it would look like baked! OMG.
I have just pulled all of the clay off of the foil base and thrown it in the garbage. I saved the glass eyes I'm trying for the first time.
The beast himself just delivered a fabulous jalapeno margarita crafted by my husband. All is right with the world. I'll just make a new head tomorrow. Maybe it will be better than the one I had to chuck today. I'm sure of it. That will be my mantra throughout dinner.
Cheers!
