I've been tinkering with a little project off and on for awhile now. I'm making a bitchin' protective case for my mp3 player. See, awhile back, I noticed that an Altoids box is just slightly bigger than my little mp3 player. Since my player was getting scratched up going back and forth to work every day, I decided to try to make a comfy little home for it. First, I lined the Altoids tin with felt. Then I tried painting the outside with some black spray paint. That turned out badly because I didn't sand off the original paint first. (It's a learning process, people. I'm not very handy. I'm also stubbornly insistent about doing this myself so I didn't ask for help/advice before I started. Live and learn.) So I sanded everything off and had a bare metal finish. I used the case like that for a couple of weeks, but I felt like it could be better, so I worked on it some more last night. I wanted to be able to plug in headphones and/or the power adapter while the player was in its case, so I cut out one end of the box to allow access. (Now here's the part where this story actually gets interesting.) After my successful hole cutting, I got real cranked up about painting again. (I was using tools, y'all. It was exciting. And while I'm thinking of it, thanks for letting me borrow your Dremel, Dad!) So I had to have more paint right then and there. Randy drove me up to the O'Reily Auto Parts. I picked out a can of some metallic purple and went to pay. The guy at the counter was very flirty and smiley and such. (Randy was waiting in the truck.) After I finished paying, he asked me what the paint was for. I explained my project to him and he was very impressed. (He was especially impressed when he heard that I had enough sense to sand off the original paint. Of course, I didn't tell him about my first painting attempt.) As I was leaving he said, "Hey, bring it up here so I can see how it turns out." Um, ok. I know he was interested in my box, but it definitely wasn't the Altoids box. (Thank you, I'll be here all week.) You know, that doesn't sound very flirty when you read it. He was definitely flirting though. It's one of those "you had to be there stories". Just trust me on this one, ok? Clearly, they don't get a lot of women in that store because the O'Reily guy was flirting his ass off even though I was wearing pajama bottoms and a dirty t-shirt. Seriously, I looked like crap. I had been sanding and cutting so I was covered in dust and paint flecks. I had to be scary looking. I was so excited about getting paint that I didn't bother to put on real pants. So very unattractive. I just don't care how I look anymore. I think that's one of the early signs of becoming an old woman. Anyway, here's a picture of my prototype Altoids mp3 case. I'm working on another one because I screwed up the paint job on the first one.
That story was just a big ramble. I hope that made sense.