Paint pens.

If you follow the news, you probably have noticed that there is a lot happening in America currently. It's not happy either, which sucks because.... it just does. It's sad and just.... So I have taken the very juvenile step of ignoring it because I can. I don't live it so I can ignore it right now, and normally I hate that, but I'm doing it.

My depression has been pretty prominent, and my anxiety has been topsy turvy, and I went from school to working every day of the week. Those are my excuses for neglecting my blog, my writing, you, my dear reader, and myself just in general. Which is just bad, and not something you should do. I also have just gone through a breakup so my life went through a lot at once.

But I'm ignoring it. And I will continue to do so, like a very immature child. And that's okay. So let's talk about paint pens.

For my dad's Christmas present I decided to personalize a mug for him. Now my father is a very difficult person to shop for and I had to do something, so I decided to go onto pinterest. Now you should know, I do not craft, I am not a happy homemaker, and I am not artistic. But decorating mugs with sharpie is a popular trend as of late.

IT DIDN'T WORK. I decorated my mug, let it dry for 24 hours, baked it at 350 for two hours, and then went to wash it and all of that work went into it for nothing. I was so sad, I had spent so much time trying to make this beautiful mug, I had gone and bought a mug he would like, thought of a plan to decorate it, and then it all washed away. So to the internet I went, where I found that you should use oil based paint sharpies to get the best result. So that is what I did, again I went out, bought these sharpies, and came home. I am pretty much out of time, so this has to work at this point. Again I decorated after scraping off the old plain sharpie. At this point I'm a little pissed and pretty desperate. After I decorate this stupid mug I go to bake it. It bakes for two hours, and then I go to pull it out.

It smudged. It f*cking smudged. My second three plus hour attempt and it smudged. So now I'm really pissed. This mug is no longer being made with love, this mug is being made with the anger that it better work or someone's head will roll. This mug is now being made with spite, with anger, with this unnatural determination and desperation. So I touched up the mug. I made it better. I made it prettier. I made it with a fury in my soul while speaking to it and saying that if it didn't work I would end its tiny mug life and smash it into a million pieces.

So in the 350 degree oven the mug sits, for about six more minutes. And in six minutes I will learn if my mug is going to be smashed onto the ground or given to my father by his loving daughter.

I will come back with updates and photos.