After a day of assembling the ingredient list of the said fireflies, jars, paint, greens, etc., I actually sat down and did the project. I know, I can't believe it myself. Hell hath frozen over. It did start out a little sketchy, with the glow in the dark paint. As I was applying the paint, I noticed it didn't go on smooth like regular paint and after examining the bottle more closely, I noticed it said "GEL" which is not what Martha Junior had instructed to get. Needless to say, I had to improvise. While it still looks darn cool in a dark closet, it's probably not the perfect glow like I'm quite sure Martha Junior has. Also, at 11:30pm last evening, I couldn't find that stinking glue gun that sits around useless most of the time. I had to settle for Mighty Mend It. Detour here please...
Mighty Mend It. Right now you're asking yourself "Where have I heard that before?" Well my friends, think Billy Mays, (See Here) the infomercial KING as far as I'm concerned. His untimely death rocked my world, for I believed in all things Billy. Of course, that was BEFORE I tried Mighty Mend It. The stuff stinks, so I'm expecting my flies to drop like...well, flies. Having used it to glue 100 buttons on my Little Chick's shirt for the 100th day of 1st grade last year, I can tell you it has a bad track record in my attempted projects. Granted the buttons went on a shirt which, if I was Martha Junior, I would have sewn those buttons on by hand, with time to spare to bake a cake in the shape of the number "100." But we're talking about me, who can barely get out of bed much less BAKE a cake, and I won't even touch on theme cakes in the shape of 3 digit numbers. Anyway, the Mighty Mend It is and was a desperate measure, one that will be a project in it's self. I'm giving it and those flies a good 3 days.
Now the jar. If you recall, I had an exciting time at the Goodwill store looking for and getting the perfect jar, along with a few articles of clothing. And while I love the looks of this jar, it isn't (again) what Martha Junior recommended so alas, it's a little flat in the "wow" factor. There wasn't enough room for all the blades of grass that I wanted to add, and it got a little sketchy pushing those blades of grass through the narrow neck with the glued-on flies. At one point, I was certain they were going to pop off under the pressure, and you already know why. I hope to start another jar, using the approved and probably better looking jar. Just as soon as I have the jar. Martha Junior just happened to have an old jar sitting around, where I, my friends, only reserve THAT distinction for dirty laundry and dishes. It's a real Calamity.
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