Dammit. Get Me The Acetone.

I needed gloves. I needed a rag. And I needed an open space, with air, so I could breathe.

I’d never dipped my toe into acetone – figuratively and literally – but the time had come. We had already exhausted almost an entire bottle of nail polish remover (in part because it tipped over TWICE, omg) and we were still looking for a fix.

No, we weren’t huffing. Can you even huff nail polish remover? I don’t know, because I don’t huff. Do people still even do that after all those horrifying documentaries? Anyway…

Huffing aside, I needed a can of acetone to come through for me. I was putting all my eggs in that highly-flammable basket to salvage a craft project my oldest had spotted on Instagram.

“We should totally do this for Aunt Becky,” she said, referencing a person all the kids basically idolize. “And we could do it, like, Star Wars.”

Because, May the 4th is right around the corner. And she has a new apartment. And, she’s an absolute Jedi soldier.

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Yay Chewbacca!

I wouldn’t say it was a fail, this craft, but it was not a resounding success. Hence, the need for acetone, and gloves and a rag. We had a little editing to do.

We started with white, ceramic plates. A pack of Star Wars temporary tattoos I found at the grocery that had the cutest versions of Leia and Chewbacca I think I’d ever seen. And a bottle of Modge Podge.

*Footnote: Spell check catches errors to Chewbacca – so notch a win for the rebellion.

We inked the plates with our favorite characters, glazed them with the Modge Podge and baked them off in the oven – only to discover that some of the kids may have over-applied the ol’ Modge Podge, which is a glossy sealant.

On Instagram, it turned out perfect. In our kitchen, we had a dark brown glaze over most of the adorable tattoos. And that’s why I found myself on the deck, with a bowl of acetone, reverse painting the top coat off the plate, silently wondering to myself if the kids would actually be able to ever use these plates.

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The Instagram crafting failure “repair shop.” Or, my deck.

And it totally worked.

No one would know it was ever brown unless they read this. Becky didn’t. Because we had polished hers free of the brown layer with nail polish remover before she arrived, which led to a mind-blowing moment once she laid her eyes on the set the kids had created for her.

I can’t remember her exact reaction, but it involved a few gasps, a couple expletives and a mild freak out. It was everything the kids wanted. And everything she did, too, based on her reaction.

And it turns out acetone is the only thing I needed. It just kind of wiped away the mistakes, making this little life moment a whole lot easier.

“You should totally make these, and like sell them,” I thought I heard Becky say when I finished.

Nah. That must have been the ol’ acetone talking.

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One plate for each kid, custom designed by each of them. And polished with acetone.