digsandthat.com
DigsMagazine.com be the perfect host/esshost

a home + living guide for the post-college, pre-parenthood, quasi-adult generation

07.06.2000

home
editor's note 
_____________

DEPARTMENTS
 
o lounge 
o nourish 
 
o host
o
laze
_____________

o BOARDS
o send an ECARD
_____________

about
contact
submit your ideas
search

 
..
are you the hostess with the mostess? jump to the discussion boards and share your thoughts, ideas, suggestions, etc.
..
other recent host articles:
o Happy Overnight Hosting
o
the Good Host(ess)'s Guide to Table Settings
o
Pretty up that Cake
o How We Went to a Murder Mystery Party
o
the Good Host(ess)'s Guide to Glassware 
o
Organized Fun! 

copyright 1999-2000
DigsMagazine.com.

soiree society: the perfect cast | 1 2 3 4
continued from page 3

The final removal of the masks revealed some very happy faces -- ah, the joys of being able to breathe and see again! -- as well as some gorgeously detailed molds. Ever looked at a face inside-out? It's very strange indeed -- noses that sink inwards, eyeholes jutting out. Needless to say that at this point, no one's face was even remotely recognizable as their own.

Stage three: Cast away
With all involved looking as excited as little kids at arts-and-crafts camp, just one step remained: to make that cast. To keep the molds level, small clay supports were placed underneath the sides of each mold, and additional clay was plugged into the mold's nostrils. Plaster powder was mixed -- more carefully this time, stirring gently (after having added powder, cup by cup, to a big vat of water, until little white islands formed) to avoid introducing too many air bubbles. Once a smooth, thick, highly viscous consistency was achieved, the plaster was carefully poured into the molds. In a somewhat more social atmosphere (by this point, they'd spent half the party in complete silence and isolation), the life-casters sat in a circle, happily patting plaster into their molds to build up a one-inch thick layer of plaster cast.

The end result? Once the plaster had fully cured, the molds were carefully broken away, and the alginate had been peeled off, the casts were finally revealed in all their glory. Some looked happy (laugh lines and toothy smiles), some looked tense (pursed lips, clenched jaws and -- ouch -- even a few embedded eyebrow hairs), and others simply looked beatifically peaceful.  And it was at this point that I felt a twinge of regret for having chickened out. Because dammit, those casts looked cool. 

But the good news is this: Barrett's planning another party, maybe mask-making he says. And I'm thinking that next time, I'm going to have to take charge of my phobias and plunge headfirst into the fun.
DISCLAIMER: Sound fun? Of course it does. But don't be an idiot about it; do your homework before trying this at home. Ask an experienced life-cast maker, check out some books, get informed. 

o
check out this related article:
how we went to a murder mystery party 

---------------------------> lounge . nourish . host . laze . home .