I have been soft-cleaning FOR EVER.
I have the hands of a drownded corpse, fished from the river after 10 days. Grey, puckered and wrinkled doesn't even come close to describing them.
Prune-like would be a compliment. At least prunes have a modicum of juiciness. A combination of soaking in water and the dehydrating qualities of porcelain clay dust have sucked all the moisture out of my skin, giving me the hands of a 90-year old.
And judging by the state of them she won't be wanting them back any time soon.
I estimate that I have about another 6 hours of soft-cleaning before I've finished the two trays of tiny castings. Even so, I don't think there's enough to even half fill my kiln, which is a bit of a blow. A full bisque firing takes a minimum of half a day and adds ££s to our electricity bill, so it makes fiscal sense to ensure it's full. In order to achieve this, I would have to do another full week's casting and go through the whole soft-fire/soft-clean rigmarole yet again.
I'm not sure I have enough life left in me to do that. Although the upside would be that I'd probably have enough stock to last for the 6 months.
Except I just know, that whatever I haven't cast, will suddenly become extraordinarily popular, and despite the fact I've got oodles of other toys and dolls, there will be an overwhelming demand for ones I haven't got and I'll have to go through the whole thing again.
Life's like that......
*sigh*
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