One Christmas, my dog, Nickey, ate a bunch of my presents and ornaments. My job was the dog yard. I found out where my clay went, and haven’t really been able to use polymer clay much since.
One Christmas, my dog, Nickey, ate a bunch of my presents and ornaments. My job was the dog yard. I found out where my clay went, and haven’t really been able to use polymer clay much since.
Recently my boss at the museum was needing to bake something he made out of sculpy, but had misplaced the wrapping it came in so he didn’t know what temperature to use. He went to the Sculpy website, hoping to find out. He searched for a reference to the baking temperature, and found this:
http://www.sculpey.com/faq/qna/faq-140
That is one useless SOB of an FAQ.
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