A hollow plastic egg. Normally, I would have tossed this into the recycle bin, but the shape of it caught my eye. As I examined it more my crafty spidey-sense started tingling.
Craft tools! Assemble!
I painted, cut, cursed, measured, cut again, glued, cursed louder, passed out from the combination of permanent marker fumes and alcohol, woke up and painted some more. Around the time when I was bandaging my x-acto knife wound, I remembered that this was supposed to be fun. I briefly considered changing my hobby to tagging highway over-passes or freight trains (I already had the spray paint) but then decided to stick with this project to its completion. And I’m glad I did.
Behold, my interstellar transport vehicle!
I wanted it to look a little banged up, like it’s been traveling the uncharted depths of deep space for many years. The black marks on the nose and along the body are supposed to be re-entry burns.
Here is a picture of my little ship all ready to blast-off:
I like it. Definitely worth the cost of a few evenings and a little blood.
You see that rad-tastic space artwork in the background? That’s a paint-by-numbers that my sister, Tracey, made for me. I think that my little space ship will feel right at home docked alongside that painting. At least until it gets refueled and runs a diagnostic test because the next space adventure awaits!
Yes, I need a life.
[Edited to add: By popular request (ie. one person), here is a pic of the tattoo that inspired my egg-into-space-ship transformation.
The artist is Mike Groves at Pain and Wonder and you should totally check out his work on his website (kinda NSFW cause of boobies - you're so gonna go look now, aren't you?). I seriously told this guy "I want an old, battered space ship that looks like it's limping home" and this is what he came up with. Amazing.]