What Emma Learned Today

Making badges is for schmucks. Luckily for the universe, that's what I am.

See, it starts out really well. I made one badge and it came out nicely, like this

Far from perfect but not too shabby. Enough to leave this adventurous dumbass believing that it would work perfectly a second time.

Five tries later...

Oh. God. WHY.

You can see the metal on the outside, it didn't go in the middle or it just fell apart. I attempted three printouts of various sizes (four if you count the one that got cut off at the edge) and THANKFULLY the final one was big enough to not show metal around the edges but not too big to leave the pigeons faces in the middle. And now we know what the badges look like in person.

The faces were bigger than I expected but they are by no means a disappointment, especially considering my previous attempts. Now to make badges out of the remaining four I have left. I can't make any more until the thirty refills arrive, which should hopefully be before the exhibition. I paid express, I EXPECT express.

Man, only fifteen badges, Badge It? What the hell? That's nowhere near enough, you ARSES.