So, I decided to give this ‘courouge’ thing a whirl last weekend. Heard about it from someone, sounded kinda interesting, figured why not, right? Didn’t really know what I was getting into, but sometimes you just gotta jump in.
First thing, I had to actually get my hands on the stuff. Took a bit of looking around, not something you find just anywhere. Finally got it, looked pretty straightforward. Just a small container, nothing fancy. The instructions, well, they were basic, let’s just say that. Seemed simple enough on paper, though.
I set up my little workspace in the garage, put down some old newspaper because I had a feeling things might get messy. And boy, was I right. I started trying to work with this ‘courouge’. It was meant to be applied carefully, layer by layer. The color was intense, really intense red. Like, firetruck red but deeper. Looked cool, but it was kinda tricky to handle. Got more on my fingers than on the actual piece I was working on initially.
Needed quite a bit of patience, which I’m not always great at, if I’m being honest. You mess up one layer, you kinda have to wait or try and fix it, and it just throws everything off. Spent a good hour just fiddling with it, trying to get it smooth.
This Whole Fiasco Reminded Me…
You know, wrestling with this ‘courouge’, getting frustrated, making a mess… it totally took me back to this awful group project I had back in college. We had this one guy, let’s call him Dave. Nice enough dude, but completely useless when it came to actually doing the work. Everything was last minute, slapdash, and the rest of us were always scrambling to fix his parts or just redo them entirely.
I remember this one time, we had a big presentation due. We’d divided up the work weeks before. Everyone else got their stuff done, looked decent. Dave? He emails his slides over like, an hour before we’re supposed to present. And they were a disaster. Looked like a five-year-old made them. Wrong information, terrible formatting, just… bad. We basically had to pull his slides and wing his whole section. The professor definitely noticed. It was embarrassing, and super frustrating because we’d put in so much effort, and one person’s lack of effort nearly tanked the whole thing. Trying to get that ‘courouge’ just right felt exactly like trying to clean up Dave’s mess – tedious, annoying, and you wonder why you even bothered putting yourself in that situation.
Anyway, back to the garage and the red stuff. After a lot more careful dabbing and wiping, I eventually got something that looked… okay. Not perfect, definitely not professional, but passable for a first try. The color really is something else, gotta admit. Very striking.
So yeah, that was my little experiment with ‘courouge’. Learned a bit, mostly about my own patience levels, I guess. It’s definitely got a unique quality to it, but man, you gotta be prepared for a bit of a struggle. Maybe I’ll try it again sometime, or maybe I’ll just stick to things that are less likely to stain my hands bright red for three days.