|That took you FIVE HOURS??|
Sunday it started taking shape; I'd gotten all of the watery bits cut, but at the last minute the shouty Muse told me in no uncertain terms that the dark blue part was just way too dark.
|Shouty Muse: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! THAT'S TOO DARK! TOO BAD I DIDN'T TELL YOU THAT BEFORE YOU STARTED CUTTING IT! HA HA, MY BAD!|
|Shouty Muse: THAT'S SLIGHTLY BETTER, BUT IT LOOKED WAY BETTER IN MY HEAD. YOU SURE DO SUCK AT THIS.|
Thomas, the designer where I work, to whom I was relating this glass-related sob story, said: "It sounds like you're making a lot of problems for yourself."
Well, duh! Anyone with the slightest amount of sense would have seen that all those little suckers would be a complete nightmare to cut. But no! The squid has been envisioned by the idiot thug shouty Muse in my head, and so it must exist!
Next up: foiling all of these teeny bits of glass and then soldering it together. Who needs a drink? Pin It Now!