Here’s one that went back to the garbage from whence it came. I still maintain that the idea behind this craft was a good one, but the execution… Not so much.
It all started, as many of my crafts do, while I was sorting out recycling. I always check the numbers on any plastic items; #1 and #2 go into the recycle bin, and the rest go into the trash, with one exception. Anything made out of #6 plastic gets a special place in the craft room because you can use it like shrinky-dinks. I’ve successfully used the method to turn plastic cups into necklaces. When I noticed that the tiny, colorful cups from Danimals yogurt were made from #6 plastic, I tucked them aside with the thought of doing something similar.
In the midst of a Halloween crafting frenzy, I pulled them out of my stash along with all of my other orange supplies. I thought, “hey, those would be cute with little Jack-o-lantern faces on them!” They looked pretty cute up until I shrunk them, when I realized that the faces looked too small for the space. They really needed something else.
Glitter. Glitter makes everything better, right?
Thinking I was clever, I used clear plastic caps from water bottles to mask over the faces; the clearness allowed me to perfectly center each face inside of a circle. I figured spray adhesive would be my best course of action. I shook the can, pushed the button, and watched in horror as my caps blew backward under the force of the glue stream. Eeek!
There was only a teeny-tiny bit of glue that got under the caps, so I thought that *maybe* I would be alright. I figured that at the worst I would have to scrape off a few stray flakes of glitter. I refused to call it a fail.
All I had to do was keep the caps in place. Once again thinking I was clever, I used a finger to hold each one down while I continued to spray. (Have you ever gotten permanent spray adhesive on your hands? It means you are soon to have everything on your hands.)
I lifted off the caps and poured on some glitter. Somewhere along the line, I forgot that my hand was covered in a super-sticky film, and ended up with sparkly, gold fingers. It took me about 20 minutes and a healthy dose of nail polish remover to finally get all of it off of my skin and out from under my nails.
Back to the pendants. I tired to use my newly-cleaned fingernails to scrape off the glitter that had strayed over the faces, but it wouldn’t budge. It was like someone secured it down with E6,000,000! But elsewhere on the glittered surface, I bumped it with my fingernail just the slightest bit as I was picking it up and a giant, gluey goober of glitter came off. Sigh.
The moral of the story? Glitter isn’t always the answer. Just most of the time.