My mom found something wonderful. Little plastic watch face covers on Ebay. They're teeny tiny domed shells. And I've been dying to use them. They've been sitting on my table begging to be filled with treasures and magic. I think I've finally figured out what to do with them.
Recipe:
Several parts book pages, hand painted with water colors and mica powders
A healthy dash of watch guts, rinsed, dried, and shined
A pinch of micro no hole metal beads in gold, metallic pink and green
One or two tiny rhinestones
And there you have it. Lovely little baubles filled with tumbling shifting sparkly bits. They're scads of fun. And soon to be adorning the backs of my little glass boxes. I've only done six so far, and I think I have about twenty five left. Oh the possibilities.
Earlier today, I went outside and scraped the paper wasp nests out of the shed. Not very pleasant, but the rewards were well worth it. All the corners and crevices contained dilapidated webs and weathered silk cocoons of small alien creatures. It's funny that the empty homes of such small insects and arachnids can still make my skin crawl. I just know as soon as I reach over to shift some of the empty card board boxes out of the way, a brown recluse will scurry onto my hand. It's been pretty cold the past few days, so I was confident most of my sheds denizens would be slow and sleepy. My freezer now contains an innocent enough looking tupperware, inside of which are the honey combing constructs of paper wasps. Delicate works of art unto themselves, waiting to be added to a glass box that just needs that extra touch.
