Durrr

I was asked today why I didn't simply cut him out as one piece. The short answer is that I'm not too bright. In my defense, I was impatient to start and didn't have access to a large enough piece of cardboard to make a full-body stencil. Since I am as tenacious as I am dim, I shall soldier on with the existing design.

Afterward, you'll tell me what his nose looks like...

Technically I could claim overtime for my trip to the craft store today, as I was primarily there to get some things for work. However, that seems dishonest.

I'd been a little worried about how to handle his nose. I'd rather like him to have a slightly snub nose, but I had no idea how to go about setting that up without having stitches on his face. However, ask and ye shall receive inspiration:



I figure I can put one of these behind the fabric, then stuff his head liberally and it should snub out. That's the theory, anyway. It may not work in practice. I'm also going to have to experiment with sizes.

The pom poms came in so many colours that I was suddenly seized with the urge to make dozens and dozens of Weeples. Does anyone else remember Weeples? Those guys were great.

No work on Li'l Morpheus tonight, as I have been out for girls' night. Martini, manicure or massage, and a movie, all for $20. I'd post a picture of my manicure for you, except that I didn't get one. I've never had one and see no reason to end a winning streak.

Dear Syphilitic Glue-Sniffing Whoresons Driving Carelessly In Rainy Conditions On 91 South This Evening:

Kindly allow someone else to take your worthless lives, as I'd rather not be accorded that particular privilege.

Love and kisses,
Me


Honestly. It is neither necessary to drive 40 mph on a wet highway, nor is it advisable to drive 90. And hand signals are NOT an acceptable substitute for turn signals, especially when I know that your turn signals are functioning properly. And for God's sake, GET OFF THE CELL PHONES!!

Sorry. Back on topic now.

I've finished his legs:

One is slightly longer than the other, to the tune of approximately 0.5 cm. The shorter leg is also slightly fatter than the other. There was a time I'd've attempted to even them out. However, of late I've been availing myself of my dearly departed father's advice to "make peace with imperfection." It's not about having a perfectly symmetrical factory-style doll. I'm simply enjoying the act of making it. He shall be lumpy, misshapen, and 100% MINE, dagnabbit. He's turning out to be a bit more spindly than I'd planned, but that's more in keeping with the character than chubbiness.

Off to work on his arms. Part of me is tempted to carry the collection of limbs around propped over the edge of my purse. But I get enough strange looks as is.

Irritation and accomplishment are old bedfellows

Had an upsetting experience at the liquor store. The clerk completely failed to card me! For God's sake, I'm not even dressed like a responsible adult today! Cheer Bear t-shirt, HELLO?

This is how it starts. First they don't card you at the liquor store. Next thing you know, Boy Scouts are offering to help you across the street. I might as well just roll around in Ben-Gay and begin offering small children melted peppermints. Hmph.

In other news, the trip to the craft store (and subsequently Wal-Mart) was a resounding success. I got thread, pins, and a cute little tomato pincushion, as shown below:

I also managed to find some sparkly felt for his eyes, which I was excited about. I'd planned to triple-layer sparkling black tulle over plain fabric, but I hadn't found anything suitable. I was actually on the verge of buying a child's tutu and cutting down the skirt, but that would have been a waste. It's blurry because it's a very close shot (and I couldn't get my flash to shut off), but from far away it doesn't look like anything at all:

Total costs: $17.96. That's not including the buck I spent on a fleece remnant that will make me a nice set of fuzzy pillows. Oh, this crafter's bug is a dangerous thing...

Slight snag

I can't seem to find my spool of white thread, and I've exhausted the supply from the hotel sewing kits I've yoinked over the last few months. To the Bat craft store! I have to get beer for a barbecue this afternoon anyway, and the liquor store is right next door. Something for everyone, I suppose.

You know, "Beer and Thread" would be an excellent name for a debut album.

In case anyone was wondering what the budget on this is like, I've spent a grand total of $12.76 so far. It would have been even less, but the sparkly blue yarn wasn't on sale. Hooray for remnant bins!

For those not familiar...

...with the Endless, here they are. This is an original image by Jill Thompson. From left to right: Desire, Despair, Delirium, Dream (Morpheus), Death, Destiny, and Destruction. All with the prefix Li'l, of course.

A shot of the raw materials. They include hand-drawn (so no mockery, please) patterns, the actual fabric cutouts, the sparkly yarn for his hair, black for part of his eyes and robe, and the polyester fiberfill that will make him squeezable.

I'd say I need to get out more, but that's what got me into this state.

The funny thing is, I'm not at all artistic. It's just that working as a tech the last couple of years has really improved my problem-solving skills.

Testing, testing...

I've nearly finished his left leg. This isn't the best picture, but it'll do for the moment.