Craft Break FAIL
I decided to take a study break and play with some polymer clay. The gods of diligent studying promptly punished me.
You see, I was sitting at my craft table in the sun, merrily smooshing and rolling and pinching and squishing clay into form when it came time to cut a log of clay. I took out my handy-dandy paint-scraper blade (seen here; much cheaper than a polymer-clay specific blade, though not so flexible), and hacked into the surprisingly-resistant log. It was only when the nerves in my fingertips began to scream that I realized I had manhandled the dull edge of the blade through the clay by pushing down, with my two index fingers, on the sharp edge.
Go go Batman Band-Aids!
Back to studying.
ETA: I just stabbed myself in the palm with a knitting needle hard enough to break skin. I'm going to step away from the crafting tools now.
You see, I was sitting at my craft table in the sun, merrily smooshing and rolling and pinching and squishing clay into form when it came time to cut a log of clay. I took out my handy-dandy paint-scraper blade (seen here; much cheaper than a polymer-clay specific blade, though not so flexible), and hacked into the surprisingly-resistant log. It was only when the nerves in my fingertips began to scream that I realized I had manhandled the dull edge of the blade through the clay by pushing down, with my two index fingers, on the sharp edge.
Go go Batman Band-Aids!
Back to studying.
ETA: I just stabbed myself in the palm with a knitting needle hard enough to break skin. I'm going to step away from the crafting tools now.