flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
The lovely Mercedes at work got me a doll for my birthday, because she’s great, and told me she thought I would remake her, because she knows me.
Face repaint, partway through.
Finished face (till I fucked it up with an overly heavy sealer coat and had to fix it) and the start of a dress. That beaded piece was part of a necklace I go bored making, and it’s been floating around my apartment for possibly ten years or so.
Finished! Until I decide she needs something else, at least.
Caterference. Dammit, Mooch.