While we could have easily spent mucho, mucho dinero at the Vintage Bazaar on Sunday, we actually managed to spend less than $20. Here’s how it broke down (and whoa, major pun just thrown in, too): a $10 vase, a $1 record, and an $8 pie. The pie was worth every cent, thank you.
When we got home, we flipped the tube on for the soothing sounds of football on a Sunday, then as Scott likes to say, we puttered around the home. I wrapped up shop orders, edited photos from the day, started laundry… (man, do I know how to detour a story). Scott got right to work, scrubbing down our new vase.
And somewhere in between the drying time and me trying to work cautiously around it, I @*!$ broke it. It toppled, accusations flew, and there went our happy Sunday! Mother trucker.
Of course during the exchange of swear words and berating myself, I continued to make matters worse. As I pointed to the cracked base, the @*!$ pieces fell out. Magic fingers, I tell you.
In my frenzy, I Googled like a mad woman, and I found this article. It recommends using clear epoxy, and throughout my manic bursts of crazy, Scott rifled through his tool bag, found an unopened tube of just what we needed, and we got right to work. Now, I’ve no idea why I’m so afraid of this stuff (well, horrid art school memories come to mind), so I let my better half take the reigns while I practiced normal breathing.
A thin layer really seemed to do the trick, but as we pushed every cracked piece back into place, the article also suggested nail polish remover as a good cleaning agent. The excess gunk was wiped up with swabs and cotton balls; easy enough.
But due to the nutty shape of our vase, there was no way to really put enough pressure on each piece. Since all sanity was lost at this point, we reasoned with this method, which included an empty jug filled with water balanced atop a plank of spare wood. We used a cutting board (why, I don’t know) layered with parchment paper so that the epoxy wouldn’t stick to anything.
Although the epoxy sets in two hours, I didn’t want to cause further harm – I waited until the next morning before I even touched it again. Since it’s lost all hope of holding water ever again, it’ll have an eternal life of containing dried billy buttons. And that’s okay.
Yes, the cracks are still visible; we lost too many fine, chipped pieces. But yes, turning the crack away from view works really well. I can’t tell. Can you?