I have a soap dispenser that says “pump” on the side, which is good, because without instructions, I was going to smash it against the floor to try to get the soap out.
But soon, it will be obsolete altogether, because I’ve decided to challenge myself in a new, odd way: I’m going to make soap.
And because I like to do things the hard way, I’m going to immortalize Ricky in this soap. So I sculpted his bust out of clay and I’m now preparing the mold. It’ll take over a week, with the layers of glue and latex I have to apply to it. (Plus, it SO toxic, what with the ammonia involved. I’m doing a lot of this outside.)
So it begins. With some painstaking work, soon I will be able to wash that boy’s mouth out with a likeness of himself.
But soon, it will be obsolete altogether, because I’ve decided to challenge myself in a new, odd way: I’m going to make soap.
And because I like to do things the hard way, I’m going to immortalize Ricky in this soap. So I sculpted his bust out of clay and I’m now preparing the mold. It’ll take over a week, with the layers of glue and latex I have to apply to it. (Plus, it SO toxic, what with the ammonia involved. I’m doing a lot of this outside.)
So it begins. With some painstaking work, soon I will be able to wash that boy’s mouth out with a likeness of himself.