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sculpture went all wrong today, i hate it when that happens, it puts me in suh a bad mood, its funny how going and squishing around lumps of clay with loads of old people affects my mood so much and today i am fed up. and sometimes i dont want to leave and when i do i kind of float dow the street home on this strange clay euphoria. im still making my cakes. its become a slight obsession (i worry about finishing them because i wont be making them anymore) i was in debenhams a few weeks ago and i saw this beauty:
i was impressed and amazed but also mad because this is what i wanted to originally, not necessarily the size of my head but with removable lids, so OBVIOUSLY someone who works for debenhams has been inside my head and stolen my ideas. and also, albeit in a large scale mass produced factory made way, it can be done so i'm making a very large cake now. i made the bottom half last week and now dry it looks shit and had cracked so i started again and just couldnt get it right, it was always wonky or falling over or the creases in the paper bun case were meaning it split. so i squidged it in and left ten minutes early in a mood.
maybe i should try making the 2 seperate parts on the wheel instead. but i am for some reason terrified of the wheel. i think its the sexual connotations, i think its the thought of everyone watching me while i do it, i think its this:
i was impressed and amazed but also mad because this is what i wanted to originally, not necessarily the size of my head but with removable lids, so OBVIOUSLY someone who works for debenhams has been inside my head and stolen my ideas. and also, albeit in a large scale mass produced factory made way, it can be done so i'm making a very large cake now. i made the bottom half last week and now dry it looks shit and had cracked so i started again and just couldnt get it right, it was always wonky or falling over or the creases in the paper bun case were meaning it split. so i squidged it in and left ten minutes early in a mood.
maybe i should try making the 2 seperate parts on the wheel instead. but i am for some reason terrified of the wheel. i think its the sexual connotations, i think its the thought of everyone watching me while i do it, i think its this: