I Have Balls

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I have SUPERBALLS.

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I was at the art gallery downtown the other day and found this kit in the gift store! Which was kind of thrilling because the only thing better than having a superball is making a superball.

Here is the box. I only cleaned off one end of my dining room table to make the ball so please excuse the dinosaur photo and can of sunscreen in the background:

The box flap says:

Which is most excellent.

There are six sachets of some kind of granular rubber stuff in the kit. You pour the colours you want into an included spherical mould.

Then you dip it in water (I suspect an arts student designed this kit, as it says to submerge it in water ‘for around a minute’ and afterwards to let it sit ‘for a bit’). I used an empty can of tea because that’s what I had on hand. I suppose anything wide enough to let you hold onto the edges while it’s dipped is good enough.

It’s the weirdest thing when you take it out. It weighs almost twice as much, but isn’t sticky or globby at all, and has a strange and very satisfying mass to it. It feels good to the hand. And, as I discovered after clocking myself in the forehead with a rebound, it bounces marvelously – just like the storebought ones I remember from the ’80s.

So there you have it. Instead of curing cancer or feeding orphans, modern science has brought us…the do-it-yourself superball!