{"id":16919,"date":"2013-04-22T03:05:50","date_gmt":"2013-04-22T10:05:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beadsandbeading.com\/blog\/?p=16919"},"modified":"2014-07-04T18:01:19","modified_gmt":"2014-07-05T01:01:19","slug":"barnacle-palette-premo-sculpey-recipes-vol-060-a","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beadsandbeading.com\/blog\/barnacle-palette-premo-sculpey-recipes-vol-060-a\/16919\/","title":{"rendered":"Barnacle Palette | Premo Sculpey Recipes Vol-060-A"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Barnacle<\/a><\/a>1-<\/span>A<\/span>: Barnacle<\/span>
\n2-<\/span>A<\/span>: Algae<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong>
\n<\/span><\/strong>3-<\/span>A<\/span>: Purple Sea Star<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong>
\n<\/span><\/strong>4<\/span>–<\/span>A<\/span>: Oxidation<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong>
\n<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Barnacles… these strange little creatures encrusting themselves in scratchy layers on rocks, logs, shipwrecks<\/a>… and even onto the skin of some types of whales. The ones that hang out in the beach tidal areas spend half their day submersed in the salty waters of the ocean, and the other half basking in the sun. Quite the life!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I have many memories of these rugged crustaceans. One is quite a fond memory, though for most people it probably wouldn’t have been fond if it had happened to them… but I’m a little weird that way!<\/span><\/p>\n

When I was very young, maybe 4 or 5, I would sometimes get to leave my baby brother and sister behind with my Mom and go beach combing and clam digging on the beaches of Vancouver Island with my Dad. It was always so much fun to get some alone time with him.<\/span><\/p>\n

You see my parents were very young when they got married and had children. By the time my Mom was 21 and my Dad was 25, they had already had the three of us kids. So as you can imagine, we did pretty much everything as a pack. Being alone with either parent was kind of a treat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Anyway, since I loved being at the beach with my Dad so much, I never complained when I fell on the rocks… scraping up my hands and knees on the barnacles on the way down. With my Dad being such a kind and gentle man, he’d always help me up and give me a hug if I hurt myself. But he was also quite a rough and tumble guy who never let a few bumps and scrapes ruin his day… so neither would I.<\/span><\/p>\n

One day we came home and I had dried blood on my hands and a tear in my jeans. Mom was upset with him for not taking good enough care of me<\/em> while we were gone. But I remember not seeing it that way at all.<\/span><\/p>\n

We had a whole bucket of clams, shells and rocks from our day’s treasure hunting. Plus I got to spend the whole day breathing in the salt air, listening to the crashing waves, flipping over rocks, looking for crabs and seeing that huge smile on my Dads leathery face as we played on the rocky shoreline. Besides it wasn’t my Dad that scratched me all up, it was the fault of those darn Barnacles :)<\/span><\/p>\n

I hope you enjoy the little breath of fresh salt air provided by this inspiring Barnacle palette for the Vol-060-A recipe Series.<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

\"Barnacle<\/a><\/p>\n

The following Vol-060 A-series Barnacle color palette will be added to the Polymer Clay Members Library<\/a> at the beginning of May 2013:<\/span><\/p>\n