flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
There is something remarkably satisfying about drawing a jar full of eyeballs. In related news, I’m gradually turning a Barbie into Willow Rosenberg. So far I’ve repainted her face (and shaved away most of her upper lip), crocheted her a tiny sweater, and made her tights; next I want to make her a darker denim skirt, some tiny jewelry, and Willow’s backpack, so if anyone has good backpack research, send it my way! I’m also recoloring her sneakers. What else? Laptop, stakes, maybe a notebook covered in the protection charm she was working on in Gingerbread? I’d like to give her Alyson Hanigan’s tiny widow’s peak, but I’m not sure if I can make it happen without creating a horror. I might practice on a shitty doll first.