Back in the day, Fimo was not the supple, gentle substance of today. Oh no, friend, we had to work that hard lump of, er, stuff.
Baking a pen inside was no small feat, either. And it was a one-way journey. There was no replacing that tube ‘o’ ink.
So now I have a picture and the pen is gone. Fare thee well, spenake.
Day 90 Scorecard: 450 down, 1,375 to go