- 3 years ago
- Wedding: February 2015 - Mount Hermon
I promise, it’s funny.
So, a long while back, I found these and decided it would be so cute to have a whole bunch of these at the reception. Like, 40. http://craftymule.blogspot.com/2011/05/shabby-chic-rose-votive-candle-holders.html?m=1 Due to an ordering mishap from Wal Mart, I have 59 of the roly poly glass votives, but I almost guarantee we will not be doing that many.
So I collected some materials and made two to test and they worked out gorgeously.
This last weekend, Fiance and I went to get some supplies, as we were planning on doing a lot more. We ended up doing four more. For a grand total of, wait for it, six. Long way to go. But, we had a totally legitament reason for stopping.
See, after doing several, I fancied myself a pro. And I was explaining each step to Fiance (only one glue gun) so that he could try. And, I was going fast because I wanted to get as many done as possible. I’ve accidentally touched the nozzel of the glue gun before. It’s kind of like touching your scalp with the curling iron. It hurts, but you move the iron and no harm done. No drama. This experience had lulled me into a false sense of security regarding the glue gun.
I don’t know how it happened. Maybe I didn’t move my finger or maybe I totally missed my aim, but I got a drop of glue on the back of my finger and GOD ALMIGHTY THAT HURTS. First reaction when something hot gets on you? Get it off.
Oh wait, GLUE. That dries really fast. And now blistered skin underneath. Fantastic. As I wiped away the drop of glue, the blister came with it. Which also hurt.
At this point, Fiance is herding me towards the bathroom, chanting “cold water, cold water, cold water” and my mother from the other room already has deduced what happened and is saying “Cold water! Now!” Glad everyone else has a brain in this situation. He gets my hand under the water, which also happens to hurt. The pressure of the moving water on the blister hurts, but Fiance won’t let me just fill the sink and soak it.
We need an ice pack, but since we’re at my parent’s house, Fiance can’t find one in the freezer. So I have to walk to the kitchen. By the time I get there, my hand is on fire again and I have to turn on the kitchen sink water. We can’t find one, so I try to engineer something with papertowels, saran wrap, and crushed ice. Shocker: mission failed. My dad eventually finds us a workable ice pack.
Fiance bandages my finger and eventually we return for him to follow my instructions and finish the last votive for the day. He’s nervous about ruining my project, but I point out that there will be about 40 of these and no one will notice if a few mistakes were made. And it makes them look like real roses. Flaws, you know? He liked that perspective.
Anyway, my finger hurts. Even the smallest movements hurt so much! And I’ve been trying to type this left handed to ice my finger, but have you ever tried to type one handed? With your non dominate hand?
That’s the other thing. I was using the damn gun IN my right hand. How the hell did I manage to burn a finger that was theoretically holding the gun?
So that was our adventure last night. And here is the fruits of our very painful labor. Only 34 more to go.
Lesson: That shit’s hotter than it seems. Be careful, no matter how good you are with the glue gun.
With a light in it. Can’t wait to see what they all look like at the reception.