For those of you who know Emily, she is bright, articulate and kind. But she is after all, a teenager.
Last weekend, I worked on custom
Orders for clients. This included sculpting tiny pumpkins and such of polymer clay.
My studio is in the old living room next to the kitchen. So I asked daughter to turn the oven on and set it to 275 degrees. She says, "what for?". I replied, to bake my pumpkins. She retorts, "it needs to be 375 degrees". Um, "no" I reply. She continues to challenge me. Frig. So I go into a diatribe about how I have been sculpting with polymer for over 25 years, since there was only Fimo available. Don't tell me you snarky teenager what temp the oven should be. I have probably only burned Things twice out of thousands of things I have made all these years. She concedes, my pumpkins get baked and all is well.
Fast forward to yesterday. I have one last custom bubble ring to make with a 1 inch sculpted character for the inside. I pop him in the oven and return to my studio. After a time, I smell what polymer should
NOT smell like while baking. Dammit if I didn't bake the stupid thing at 375.
Half irritated and half laughing, I now have a living testament to my darling daughter of why we don't bake polymer at 375.
Oh, the bittersweet irony!
Have a wonderful day! Happy creating!