Last September, I posted the following to Facebook:
Every day Mr. Jivvy and I drive to the renovation house [2017: where we now live] so we can paint, paint, and paint. It’s a 45 minute drive and we always make a coffee stop.
Today, at our coffee place, we were walking back to the car and Mr. Jivvy, knowing I have art projects in mind that include dragonfly wings, says, “Oh look, there’s a dead dragonfly for you.” [I’m only willing to use bits from bugs that are already dead]
And there he was — huge, beautiful, and squished by a car. But his wings were in good shape, so I scooped him up (actually, just the part that was still attached to the wings) and as I got in the car, I said, “I wish I had a place to put him.”
Mr. Jivvy, turning to face me, said, “I’m glad you don– oh geez, you picked it up.”
Well, of course I did. His wings were in awesome shape. And big. He was perfect.
And then I remembered that I had glassine envelopes in my purse, because doesn’t everyone?
This week I started experimenting with ways to strengthen/preserve the wings (they’ve already been soaked in acetone to remove any meaty/fatty bits). Clear nail polish for the win.