Sunday, October 16, 2011

Blue shoes, you saw me standing alone.

I haven't fallen off the face of the earth (yet). I've just been too busy for personal projects. 

Last weekend, Alane and I were bored, so I decided to finally glitter my old flats. I've been wanting a pair of multi-colored glitter flats, but just never wanted to spend the money on a pair. I follow a few (well, many) craft blogs, and I recently stumbled upon one dedicated to Mod Podge. What is Mod Podge? I didn't really know until a few weeks ago. You have to understand decoupage to understand Mod Podge, and basically the art of decoupage involves taking paper, fabric, leaves, glitter, whatever you want, and gluing/sealing it to another object. I've always wondered what kind of glue people used for decoupaging. Well, now I know.

I have a pair of Target flats that I got some time during college. They were my first pair of flats, and were always my go-to pair of flats. Now they're kind of dinged up, so they could use a little make over.

Flats. Mod Podge. Paint brush. Glitter. Sadly, Michaels didn't have my multi-colored glitter, so I settled for blue.

I was working in Alane's garage. Hello Toffee.

To start this project, I mixed my glitter into a bit of Mod Podge.

And paint, paint, paint. I don't remember how many layers I painted, but I just kept going until my shoes were covered. I forgot/didn't have the hands to take pictures of the painting process, so here's a picture of Alane's puny candle flame that died as soon as she picked it up.

Tah-dah. They are super blue and glittery, and very pretty to look at in the sun. Overall, I'm satisfied, but am having trouble pairing it with clothes.

Like the opposite of Dorothy. Speaking of Dorothy, there's a girl I see every now and then at BART who wears red shoes and carries a dog that looks like Toto in her bag. I guess if I were to look for a scarecrow, tin man, cowardly lion, and wizard, I would start in San Francisco. On an even stranger note. I walked to Powell from work the other day, and I was two blocks away from Powell when a stark naked man casually crossing the street walks past me. I was too busy checking the stoplights to notice everything, but he was definitely sans clothes. There were a few people waiting with me to cross the street, and we were all confused.

Anywho, now I have an excuse to find another pair of black flats.

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