I’m taking a brief break from writing/project finishing/paper writing/flashcard making/studying/literally 100’s of pages of reading to post something more cheerful and fun. I go through crafty/arty periods a few times a year. Usually, they last under a month, and I’m usually not particularly good at them. But since November I’ve been intrigued by polymer clay, which is basically a clay that’s partially made of plastic and can be baked in your home oven. Like most of my endeavors, I haven’t completed many projects; my first attempts either 1) were smooshed by me on purpose, 2) caught on fire in the toaster (I kid you not–it was a sculpture of a dog for my mom for Christmas, and it’s head literally caught fire and rolled off; it was both horrifying and hilarious), or 3) smooshed accidentally. But lately, when I have time, I’ve been working with it more on small projects. I’m thinking of opening a small store on Etsy when this quarter ends/when I’m better to make up for my utter lack of income. Anyway, here are a couple things I’ve done, behind the cut:

1) Pretzel earrings. Because pretzels rock.

2) Cheeseburger earrings. One is awesome, and on the other one…well, let’s just say the cheese got messed up.

3) Chocolate cake and a glass of milk charms! I love my chocolate cake, but the clay for the glass got dusty at some point and turned sort of yellow in the oven, so I’m not happy with that at all.

4) My bust! No, not my boobs, but a bust. It’s my first attempt at anything truly realistic, and although the general bone structure is over-developed, and it’s not finished at all (shoulders widened, needs hair, will paint it, etc.) I’m still quite proud of it. I’m fond of her, although I don’t know who she is yet. Oh, and that’s not blood on my finger in the first picture, it’s marker, I swear.

Obviously, these are all first attempts and at a medium that’s new to me, but I’m proud at the simple fact that I’ve finished something I’ve started, and I’m not completely sucky at it to begin with. Sigh. Back to the drudgery.