Tuesday, August 31, 2010
You hurt so good, hot glue gun. You are the reason I didn't get a single manicure between 1996 and, well, 2009.
The smell of hot glue, which is really just burning plastic, is the smell of getting things done. Something is the works, about to happen. In college, hot glue gun burns were like battle scars, and we were oddly proud of them. A friend of mine who was (and still is) a rower (is that what you call them?) would put some on his finger tips and show it off, like a little kid with chocolate all over his face. This latest run in with hot glue? Well, I just moved, and I just HAD to make new curtains. I do have a sewing machine, but prefer to make hems with a glue gun. These are as cheap as it gets: muslin and burlap.
I gotta go nurse this hot glue created blister on my finger, but I'll do it with a smile on my face.