You remember the first failed spray paint issue, right? The one where my two cans of spray paint did not match? Well, I sent a very polite complaint in to the folks at Krylon, and was immediately taken care of with two brand new cans of matching spray paint. Great customer service, yo.
So I set out to finish my pretty jewelry display trays in matching colors. Well, the exact same color, really, which I guess could also be construed as matching. A couple more coats and all was golden, quite literally. Since I was doing this in the evening after work, I had taken advantage of the last remaining sunlight and left them out to dry overnight so as not to suffocate my family with paint fumes.
Turns out, and this we already knew: DEER ARE JERKS.
What Robin Williams says is true. And this I now know because of this:
That, my friends. That is where the deer hopped the OMG deer fence after eating my parents’ decorative backyard foliage and stepped his hoof right on through not one, but TWO of my trays. While I know, or at least think, that this was not a spiteful deer of vengeance and wrath, I can’t help but feel slightly as though this project was not fated to be. I mean, how many outside disasters must a project go to before a crafter decides “hm. This might not be fated to happen. Perhaps the devil is involved in my jewelry trays?”
Anyway, now I’m going to attempt to superglue them back together. I’m sure my next blog will occur once I’ve unglued myself from… most likely myself. I have a poor track record with superglue.
I used to have another blog. A different blog in which I pretty much wrote what happened to me every day while I was living in Los Angeles, because LA is on a different planet than the rest of the state of California. I was re-reading my older blog to remind myself of that experience, and at the same time working on a piece of jewelry involving embroidery floss.
Given that I was never a boy scout or sailor, and am thusly limited in my knowledge of knots, most of my floss jewelry has its final fastening made with superglue, or krazy glue, or some unbranded cyanoacrylate glue to bond the floss instantly. And also my fingers. This is something you’ll learn whilst following this blog for the rest of your life:
I ALWAYS superglue my fingers together. Or to the object I’m gluing. Invariably.
I just superglued my fingernail to my embroidery floss. I have glued a needle in between my fingers while I was trying to unclog the bottle of glue. I have glued fabric to my finger. I have had a superglue topcoat on my thumbnail. I have glued my fingernail to the nail bed below it. I have never gotten superglue in my eye, though – that talent is reserved for a coworker I once had. The same coworker who told me she didn’t like my aura.
ANYWAY. I was just noting, as I was picking little pieces of cotton and dried glue off my fingers, that even though I have been blogging for a few years now, and have moved across the state and back, I am still the same crafter as ever. I still glue my fingers together regularly. I still am mildly obsessed with T-Rexes and beads. I still can’t sew very well. All that’s changed is that I’m no longer using a bead loom to create pictures of 80′s pixelated game characters, and my craft space is WAYYYY bigger and more awesome now.
But now that I think of that awesome pacman bracelet I once made… maybe busting out the bead loom isn’t such a bad idea.