More Dead Wasps

It's super slow at Factory Job right now, being that it's the day after xmas. Since this place has better lighting than back at the Bunker, I hauled all my junk in and did a photo shoot. Hooray!

I finally put the wasp pendants in the Dr. Craftenstein shop. They will each come with a black cord. Here are the store pics I designed:

Quite the pitched battle I waged today with the mosaic tool. Luckily there isn't shit else to do! I hate touching the computer after hours, so I am pleased I was able to use the time. Shall I dare two posts in one day?? Shall I???

Dead Wasps

Frankenstein is painting his mother's house, and encountering lots of wasps in the process. He sprays them with wasp killer and waits until they're all dead before he resumes painting. Then he asked me, "Do you want the dead wasps?"

Hell yes I want the dead wasps.

Frankenstein presented me with this jar. The lid says "apricot jam."

I pulled out my resin and my molds. Took the lid off the jar of wasps, poured two wasps out onto my table, and then froze in terror. I was completely paralyzed. I stared at those two wasps for a good three or four minutes. Then I carefully put them back into the jar using a hemostat, put the lid back on, and texted Frankenstein. "Are we sure these wasps are dead? REALLY DEAD?" "Of course they're dead," he responded. "Be brave, little one!"

After about ten more minutes of staring at the closed lid, I realized that the only way I was going to do the damn thing was if I actually mixed the resin. So I sucked it up, mixed the resin, opened the apricot jam, and poured out two wasps. I was committed now.

Every time I dropped something or bumped the table, the wasps jumped, and I screamed. This continued throughout the project. But somehow I finally managed to get glitter and resin and wasps into the molds.

Behold:

This is a pic of the wasps on the doming tray. The glitter predictably sank to the bottom of the resin, which made the side stuck in the mold effectively the back side. And the wasps' various lumpy parts were sticking out of the tops, so I domed them. Afterward I had to sand off a couple of drips and round some of the edges, but they turned out pretty well.

Once they were safely contained within the resin, I felt more comfortable touching them! Not 100%, but better.

I pulled out my tiny hand drill and prepared to turn them into jewelry. My wire wrapping skills are not the best. So I'm trying to improve. Here's an early one:

This one came out okay:

Mostly I stuck to the swirls that I'm comfortable with. But there are lots more wasps waiting to be wrapped, so I hope to get better at it. As you can see in the doming pic, there are lots more to practice on.

And Frankenstein has already filled another jar full of wasps for me. They sure do love his mother's house! Perhaps I should gift her one of these...

Muskrat Bones and Gummy Bears

As a Super Shitty Vegetarian, I love working with bones. I ran out of what I had so I turned to ebay for a complete muskrat skeleton. Some of the bones ended up on the little red basket in a previous post. Others wound up as jewelry:

I lined two pendant bases with E-6000 and then filled them with tiny bones. The bone in the middle is a ring:

I filled the ring base with E-6000 and put the bone in, then taped it to a board so that it would stay level while drying.

Later I left it in the restroom at O'Reilly's Auto Parts because I never know what adventures the Cowboy is going to drag me into, and therefore can never dress appropriately. But I got it back. Hooray!

I also made a little demonic shrine and wired together a pendant with some beads.

I filled one pendant with E-6000 Negro mixed with glitter which looked nice next to this spray of tiny ribs:

And the jawbone necklace I also managed to lose, I think on the beach in Oregon. :( But I have another one. :)

This is also in E-6000 Negro and glitter:

Thanks, little muskrat dudes!

Last but not least: Gummy bears are revolting. But I buy them because the Cowboy thinks they are delicious. And now he has taken to hiding them all over the Bunker. In the eye cavity of a skull:

On top of my tequila:

In Victoria's bra:

On a mask:

And he says there are others. I can feel their tiny lifeless eyes following me wherever I go! But I cannot find them. So I have decided to string them up as a warning to the others that their gummy days are numbered:

Let this be a lesson. I AM COMING FOR YOU, GUMMY BEARS. BE AFRAID.