~grin~

Scene at a bookstore:

Mark, to me: "You know, this light makes you look really blonde."
Me to Mark: "Highlights, love. They'll do it."
Mark: "What's odd is, I was over there (pointing at the SciFi section), and then I glanced over here, but all I saw was a blonde. Couldn't find you."
Me: ~smile and headshake~

(at home, later:)
Me: So do I look alright as a blonde?
Mark: Well, you know, I was looking for you; I didn't take the time to examine the blonde. If I had, I'm sure I'd've recognised you.

I love my husband.
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In other news: ah HA, that DID it, it's DEAD. The final iteration of pins for my mother is done and waits only to be put in a box and mailed.

Notes for future reference:

*Polymer clay + thick layer of acrylic paint + ModPodge + heat = paint that peels off the clay and adheres to the decoupaged face of the article. in other words, = BAD.

*Polymer clay + the type of enamel paint I found = never dry/BAD. And also noxious. And brush-eating. And evil. How do folk paint model cars with this shit?

Moral of the story: Nail polish is GOD. Thou shalt have no other gods before it.

Now onward to bookthings!!!