Mother's little helper is being helpful.
It's Labor Day weekend in Seattle, therefore it's raining. I could go do indoorsy things like visit museums or see movies, but there's a rock collection that's just been sitting in a bag for months, and I'm in an artsy-fartsy mood. So off I went to Michael's for necessary materials, and now we're making progress towards a display case.
I figure I'll torment you lot with the details, just in case anyone's got rocks needing a home and you don't want to buy some boring ol' case.
We begin with a cheap-ass aquarium from Petsmart, and styrofoam pilfered from my twin window fan. Apply mini-hacksaw and some glue, and within an hour we've got a form:
Don't attempt this at home unless you have a vacuum cleaner, by the way. Otherwise, you will never ever be able to clean up all the styrofoam dust.
Looks like crap, don't it? The cat's a little skeptical at this point:
But this is why we have CelluClay, my darlings. Put it like this: it's paper powder for the making of clay-like papier-mâché. No icky gluey stuff need apply. All you do is knead in some water et voilà, you can mold a fake stone slab.
Now comes the super-exciting waiting for it to dry so that it can be sanded, painted and stuffed in the aquarium. Then I have to build the shelves that will go over it. I still haven't decided precisely how I'll design them, but stick with us and we'll get there. Just wait till you see what I have planned with colored sands and stuff.
I know. You can hardly wait, right?
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Labor and rain in Seattle? Say it ain't so. It's 55 and raining pretty good (half inch in the last 6 hours) down here in Portland. Hard to believe that it was 52 degrees warmer a month ago.
I love cats. In the early morning I go out on the back deck and the neighborhood cat always comes up and shares a cup of coffee with me.
Years ago when I was a kid living out in the boonies on a farm in Indiana I watched our cat (Mildred) fighting off two big dogs. I rushed in, grabbed Mildred and got two arms full of bloody gashes for thanks. I thought I was rescuing Mildred but actually it was the dogs who caught a lucky break. Mildred would have beat the holy shit out of them...
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