As with Newton’s Laws there is always a price to be paid for success and that has cut in today. I looked at some of my successes yesterday and decided they could have been written a lot better. This morning I woke up with the thought that if I’m going to justify my place in magazines I have to back it up with another selection of successful submissions, then another . . .
The road to Hell may be paved with good intentions, but somebody has to provide the wallpaper and that is a task that may well fall to me. I can see it now, hundreds of yards of wasted drafts and rejected versions.
The vision in my mind is not, believe it or not, the flames or damnation, but wallpaper paste. It’s what we used to use in school handicraft classes for doing papier-mâché work. That was our limit at school. We did art and we did “handicrafts”, which was sewing for girls and papier-mâché for boys. Yes, I grew up in a patriarchal society, but look at it this way – sewing is much more useful than the ability to make badly proportioned models from newspaper and glue.
At home, during wet school holidays we would sometimes do it, but using flour and water to make the paste. That skill later came in useful when we produced a Greek style helmet for one of the kids when he had to do a history project. We cheated and kept it for a couple of years before resubmitting it for the next child. We used diluted PVA glue for it, so it didn’t suffer from storage.
It’s very simple and works for a number of things. Select an ion from history that is roughly balloon-shaped, cover it in glue and then cut holes/paint as necessary.
Strange what you think of when you blog.
Now I need to find a photograph. It has nothing to do with anything in the blog. The header is a frangipane tart made with our Cape Gooseberry harvest. We have just eaten the last ones out of the garden. Unfortunately they die in winter if you grow them outside, so we will have to try again next year. There are no pictures of one that was actually baked as they tended to get eaten fairly quickly.
I remember making papier-mâché paste in school, using flour and water. The art teacher used to put a few drops of wintergreen oil in. I think it was to discourage kids from eating the paste, but considering Life Saver candy came in wintergreen, I am not sure that made any sense. I don’t remember anyone eating the paste, though. Art class provided an opportunity for students to get into other sorts of trouble, like the time one girl painted a troublemaker boy’s face purple with tempera paint because he had made fun of her. That happened pretty quickly and both parties dealt with swiftly.
🙂 😉 😉
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I like a man who can make a rod for his own back and beat himself up with it. That take skill.
🙂 A good summing up of the situation. I must try to be more cheerful.