Shrinkydinkdankdunk

Holla for simple pleasures. 

I recently stumbled upon a forgotten cache of Shrinky Dinks in my craft closet while looking for a rogue crochet hook (the silver "J" that has such a good weight to it when working that it feels like I'm crocheting the underpanties of Jesus Christ himself) and audibly let out this huge "Yippee!" that rattled my windows.

See the thing about Shrinky Dinks, they could be considered kids crafts, but why limit shrinkable plastic joy to pictures of puppies and Lightning McQueen? Plus, you get to play with an oven!

So kind of fun can you have with Shrinky Dinks?

You could trace the silhouette of your favorite baseball player, poke a hole in it and throw it on your neck for instant team spirit.  I liked this one because of the inherently dirty element of having Tim Lincecum on my neck.  (Please note that it is, after all, a pearl necklace.)

You can trace a picture of Ke$ha, shrink it and look like a genius when you glue it to a glittery piece of cardstock for a friend's birthday card. 

You can trace your bestie's podcast logo and make a fancy button for a scarf you've just made for him, once again looking like a genius.

\

And if that's not genius enough, you can always make friendship bracelets for your Best BandMate Forever. (not gonna lie, same as the bestie who got the scarf...)

Basically, buying Shrinky Dinks and losing them for a few years was a super awesome surprise.  Getsome!