Crust. Crusty. Crusted over. Why do these things instantly appeal to me? I can't resist a rust encrusted piece of metal. Any old broken tool or unidentified piece of whoknowswhat suddenly develops a voice and calls, even screams, to me to pick it up and take it home. I can't resist pictures of barnacle encrusted sunken treasures. If I still did the scuba diving thing, I'd surely get in trouble for grabbing the pretties underwater and trying to take them home.
Now, I have a new way to love the word "crusted." I am enthralled with adding a huge, gunked up layer of enamel powder to a piece of molten glass, then flashing it through the flame just enough to attach it. Oh, man, do you know how you feel when you first see something in person and realize just how cool it really is? You know you aren't the first person to ever see it or do it, but all of a sudden you feel like you've invented sliced bread! That's the way I'm feeling this morning. . . and it is a good feeling, even when you know how inconsequential your "discovery" is in the real world.
Of course, I'm going to have to find a better way to describe it, a way that doesn't involve the word "crusty." It's not a pretty word, is it? It doesn't appeal to most people, either. Funny thing about words, the right ones seem to enjoy playing hide-n-seek more than they should, LOL.