Random grins broke from my mouth as I saw my newly opened gift sitting on the counter. I was ecstatic about the gift my parents just gave to me; my own box of assorted polymer clays, something that I had wanted for years. After completing a bit of online research, I hastily jumped in to make a miniature penguin out of the polymer clays. Cutting off bits and pieces of various colored clay, I gradually obtained the ideal amounts to start molding the figure. Beginning with the beak, body, and head seemed like the most difficult parts at first. At least, that was until I started to undertake the tedious goal of making a pair of each foot, flipper, and eye equally balanced; it took what seemed like an endless amount of time. By the time I finished
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About twenty minutes later, diffused around the room, whiffs of a bitter and irritating odor emerged from the toaster oven that was curing my penguin. Immediately, I rushed over, reluctantly inhaling the increasing, unpleasant odor of toxic fumes. I yanked open the oven and saw my lovely penguin all charred and distorted. I was bitter and frustrated at my misstep for so hastily jumping in. Criticizing myself for my lack of patience, but mostly, for not reading the article for beginners working with polymer clay thoroughly. All I had to do was scroll down a little bit …show more content…
A week later, feeling terribly nervous, I tried again. Repeating the same process as before, I began to make penguin 2.0, carefully kneading and shaping the clay to form penguin 2.0’s body parts. Praying that my sculpture would have a better outcome than the first, I slid the tray with the completed penguin into the toaster oven. And making a few adjustments to the temperature and oven rack, as the tutorial demonstrated to me, I turned on the oven. Fearing that my handiwork would char again, I agitatedly checked on it, like a pinner from Pinterest who had just created their account. Once the oven alarm sounded for its completion, I went over, took a whiff, and found no foul stench or a deformed figure coming from the oven. I was elated with my success, as I took penguin 2.0 and seated it in the palm of my hand. Ever since this event, I have learned a valuable lesson to make use of my mistakes and shape them into pillars of
About twenty minutes later, diffused around the room, whiffs of a bitter and irritating odor emerged from the toaster oven that was curing my penguin. Immediately, I rushed over, reluctantly inhaling the increasing, unpleasant odor of toxic fumes. I yanked open the oven and saw my lovely penguin all charred and distorted. I was bitter and frustrated at my misstep for so hastily jumping in. Criticizing myself for my lack of patience, but mostly, for not reading the article for beginners working with polymer clay thoroughly. All I had to do was scroll down a little bit …show more content…
A week later, feeling terribly nervous, I tried again. Repeating the same process as before, I began to make penguin 2.0, carefully kneading and shaping the clay to form penguin 2.0’s body parts. Praying that my sculpture would have a better outcome than the first, I slid the tray with the completed penguin into the toaster oven. And making a few adjustments to the temperature and oven rack, as the tutorial demonstrated to me, I turned on the oven. Fearing that my handiwork would char again, I agitatedly checked on it, like a pinner from Pinterest who had just created their account. Once the oven alarm sounded for its completion, I went over, took a whiff, and found no foul stench or a deformed figure coming from the oven. I was elated with my success, as I took penguin 2.0 and seated it in the palm of my hand. Ever since this event, I have learned a valuable lesson to make use of my mistakes and shape them into pillars of