All right, Fabric-Tac. I’m going to be honest with you: you disappoint me. A lot.
I have heard some interesting things about your ability to hold corkscrew curls in wigs, but seriously, stop holding out on me. A product that smells as toxic as you should work better than you actually do. The first time made sense, because I assumed that when you said you work with fabric, you meant that you work with synthetic fibers and would, by extension of that logic, work on plastic. But then there was that second time with the feathers, and… well, we have a long history together.
You don’t dilute unless it’s with something weird like acetone or turpentine. You’re sticky in all the wrong ways–namely, you get everywhere easily enough, but when it’s time to man up and do your job, you don’t really hit the mark all the time. I can’t leave an open bottle of you alone for five seconds without you spilling over… sometimes even if you’re standing upright.
If I’m going to be asked my date of birth whenever I buy you at Joanns, then you need to be worth the ‘Do I *look* eighteen??’ reaction.