File this under CRAFT FAIL.
OK, last week when I received the boxes of my novel galleys, I was muy excited. I’m talking running around the house, stopping only to moondance kind of excited. I decided to channel that energy into art. I sashayed into the studio and grabbed the first thing I saw – a random Chihuahua bank.
“Hello, my friend, ready for a makeover?” I asked.
I slathered him in Collage Pauge and gold & hot pink glitter. Then I drew little circles all over his body with green glitter 3D Fashion Paint. And then I slapped gems inside the circles. And then micro crystals. And then purple glittered dots. And then light gold glitter dots. I sang and bootie-wiggled in my chair the entire time.
I finished in 15 minutes. And then I craved a cigarette. (I don’t smoke.) I left him to cure overnight and skipped on to bed.
The next morning, Patrick goes in the studio, looks at him and jolts back. “Holy Sh*t! What the ____ happened to him??” he asked. He looks like he is from Mars. And he has the measles!”
I picked up my pouty ceramic victim and inspected him closer. “Actually, I think he looks like he escaped from Lady Gaga’s handbag…” I replied.
Sigh. Crafty Chica lesson learned is sometimes it’s not good to craft when you are on Code Red Happy.
I snapped some pictures and I know this little guy is trying to say something.
Come up with his speech bubble and one name will be drawn to keep him. IF you want him. He really is sweet. Just a little bumpy is all…