Perhaps pinatas perpetually perspire.

Throughout the last week I have been slowly, but steadily adding layers to the pinata. The first layer went fine. Record breaking 88F weather ensured it was toasty and dry. The subsequent layers taught me why this is a tradition in warmer, dryer parts of the world.

As the rains moved in, the pinata grew melancholy, and refused to dry. Humidity, it seems, is the natural enemy of papier-mache. I kept a fan on the pinata 24/7 for a few days. Eventually each layer seemed dry, but I am still suspicious. I had started making the layers thicker near the end. For the final layer, I used some tissue paper I had laying around, hoping it would sort of meld things together. I am now worried it is actually holding in some of the moist. 

During the time it was hanging and drying, I had several contractors in to give me estimates for my roof. None of them mentioned the weird dripping shape hanging in the kitchen, or the splatterings all over. I am not sure if this is a testament to their professionalism, or if they just really, really didn't want to know what I was up to with my free time.

I decided perhaps it was time to give this puppy a hole. I think this may help vent any moisture inside, and its needed for the candy-filling anyway. I prepped her for surgery, and began cutting. Then I hit a snag. apparently my pinata has developed an epidermis. I cut through several layers, but there were more beneath. The layers aren't really melded to each other. I'm not sure if this is good or bad, so I am going to ignore it for now. I may try to back fill with some glue or something. I am out of starch, after going through two full bottles. 

Once I got through the second layer, the pinata's orangey innards were revealed. It wasn't as wet as I feared inside, but I am still going to give it a few days before I decorate it, just for good measure. We are supposed to have warm weather this weekend, so hopefully that will help any lingering drippage. 

I decided that every good hole deserves a handle, so I made another little loop of cord to use to open her up. 

The pinata is happiest in its natural environment, which is hanging from a hook in the kitchen in front of a window. This helps it to evade predators (Dickypaws the Destructor, aka The Supervisor really enjoys eating cardboard and will pounce the moment he hungers.) She's starting to look like a real, grown up pinata! Hopefully decoration doesn't change her for the worse.