Pencil Porn!

For a long time, I hated pencils.  In grade school, pens weren’t allowed, so the pencil received my rancor simply for being the implement of the regime.  Yeah, they had erasers, but those were usually already blacked with mistakes or popped off from a vigorous rub.  And then one day, I really wanted to use a pencil.  And I didn’t have any.

My favorite pencil in the world is one with a color-wheel tip that writes in 7 colors.  I can’t find a picture online, but it is similar to this Koh-i-Noor one.  And the eraser hasn’t popped off yet!

I won a give-away from The Well-Appointed Desk.  That’s the second in a few months! I think I should just sign up for every damn thing.  I got the package in the mail this week.  Nothing is better than a package whose contents you haven’t the foggiest of, then you open it up and magic!  For real, I recently bought a box of rocks, only because it seemed special that someone put them all together.  Still had a stamp on it!

Feast your eyes on these beauties!

Dr. Justin interupted my reading time to exclaim over the Palomino Blackwing 602.  “They don’t MAKE these anymore!”

Pardon that little ballpoint that showed up.  She just wanted to be part of the fun.  I’ve been using the pencils like crazy, because they came perfectly sharpened.  Did you ever have a favorite pen or pencil?

 

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Tiny Candle Holders

Full disclosure: this tutorial is my take on The Sweetest Occasions “DIY Party Animal Candles“.  I’m not really doing anything different, but it’s a good reason to post lots of “tiny things” photos.  I had a great time looking for the right plastic animals.  San Jose has several party supply stores that are AMAZING compared to what I’m used to.  The plastic candle holders are easy to find– just look in the baking aisle for cake supplies.  Most likely, they will come with candles.

Get some plastic thingies and candle holders.

Make sure your drill is charged, with a 5/64 drill bit.

Get some spray paint, and a safe place to use it.

WATCH OUUUUUTTT!!!!!

A mistake that I’ve made too often is trying to drill into a small, uneven object without securing it.  I still have all my fingers and finger nails, but I don’t own a table without a hole in it.  I promise you, invest in a small bench vise and you can still have nice things.

I've got you now!

Try not to drill all the way through the object, but don’t worry if you do.  Dab a little glue or Modge Podge in the hole as spackle, and it shouldn’t show after the paint.  If your object is too shallow, trim the spike on the candle holder.  The spike should fit snugly enough that glue isn’t necessary, but add a dot of superglue in the hole if you wish.  The snug fit plus the spray paint should keep it together.

Lizard Menorah

I LOVE drilling holes in shit.

So far, apartment living isn’t so different from my old home, but issues came up when I wanted to spray paint. Can’t do it inside, can’t do it on my little balcony, and I didn’t want to annoy my neighbors by doing it in a common (outside) area.  I’m sure someone was complaining about me today, but I decided to spread a tarp out on the grass of our courtyard and daintily spray.

Make sure you get all sides, and leave to dry for the day.  Don’t let the leaves fall on your wet figures!

As for food safety, I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t drop these in your cereal, but to sit on a cake for a few minutes shouldn’t hurt anything.  If you are still concerned, seal the figures with Modge-Podge.  If Modge-Podge was toxic, I’d have died years ago.

Finally putting my lightbox to work!


A new state, a new blog!

‘Sup chickens? I’ve decided to drop the trailing stuff and concentrate on crafts.  I hope that what I’ve written since I started Orbiting Academe/Confessions of a Trailing Spouse is helpful to people who are in that kind of situation.  But now, I want to have fun and enjoy my new life.

Stay tuned for puppets, pinatas, Ikea hacks and recipes.  You can also follow me on twitter, which will be updated more in January when I can get my first iPhone.  Yeah, no smart phone for me.  I’m still pounding grain on a rock and telling time by the stars.