Not So Happy Accidents

Yesterday, I took a trip to my local Michaels, a craft/art supply store, because I wanted to buy some Scupley Modeling Clay because they were on sale of course!

I spent the afternoon making this giant peacock pendant for a necklace. It was soo pretty and I spent a lot of effort on it.

The work in progress.

It was then time to bake. The instructions said to bake at 275 F for 15 minutes every 1/4 of an inch. And it nicely reminded me: "DO NOT over bake." I was like I so got this, so off Mr. Peacock went into the oven while I went upstairs to cut my grandma's hair. I had asked my dad to watch it and come call me at 3:27 when it was 15 minutes later. I was excited for my lovely new over sized peacock pendant.

Suddenly after only 7 minutes my dad calls me and tells me that my dear ole Mr. Peacock had burned. I stood there. Then screamed. And screamed. And cried. Then screamed a little more. I couldn't believe it. I thought my dad was being a stooge and lying to me, but no, he in fact was being an honest man. Mr. Peacock had indeed suffered a irreversible third degree burn. (more like a million degree burn)

RIP

My beautiful turquoise and blue bird of love had turned into a piece of poop. Literally. It seriously looks like a piece of crap complete with these weird tumors that covered its poor body.

What to do?! I thought to myself. I did not want to make another one because I had ran out of clay so the best thing I could think of was to bring Mr. Peacock back to life with a little help of acrylic paint.

A "new" Mr. Peacock

I'm still sad about it because it just doesn't look the same. But whatever. You've got to learn to deal with burning peacocks. It's just a fact in life.

I've learned, that when life gives you rotten lemons, you just got to suck it up and perhaps make some cruddy lemonade while you're at it.