The enigma was ended by Tiffany, who informed me that it's actually elves. Elves making cookies. Keebler elves. In a Keebler factory nearby. Not exactly as magical as I'd hoped, but it's still kind of awesome that the neighborhood sometimes smells like cookies baking. It's also nice that it's actual cookies, not some random toxic run-off chemical that we're delightedly inhaling deeply as it does a number on our lungs.
Besides setting me straight about neighborhood odors, Tiffany is helping me cast a version of a trilobite brooch as seen in a comic I read. We sculpted it on Saturday, and when I can manage to get over this ridiculous head cold, she'll show me how to make the mold and cold cast it. Hurrah!
Observe: I may have had a slight obsession with running Sculpy through the pasta maker. It needed a lot of softening. Seriously.
Here's the partially-done scultpt of the brooch. It's not as massive as it seems. But it's still kind of massive, now that I think about it.
