I Have a Bag Full of Body Parts
Legs sans feet.
Bodies sans everything.
I had to have help turning the heads inside out - that was fiddly and time-consuming.
I've cut out the skin already, but I'm saving it for later.
Time to get messy with wire and a pair of pliers.
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Why are you looking at me like that?
Bodies sans everything.
I had to have help turning the heads inside out - that was fiddly and time-consuming.
I've cut out the skin already, but I'm saving it for later.
Time to get messy with wire and a pair of pliers.
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Why are you looking at me like that?
posted by theamazingcatherine | 11:54 am
9 Comments:
Your doll is going well, then. ;-)
Incidentally, I found some coarsely woven pink heavy linen-look cotton for only $4 a metre. Needless to say, I bought a lot, and will be giving it to you for the dress you said you'd make me next time I see you. :-D
I have noses and lips, rolling across my table as I write this.
Sounds nice - is this for the outer or the lining?
The outer. It's way too heavy to be a lining. I'm also using another two metres to makes myself a new surcote, which is being test worn ere we speak. Not finished yet, but all the long seams are sewn and I'm fiddling with the fit.
Actually, after having received Dexter Dreaming Darkly from Alastair as a Giftmas present, hon, I'm not even looking twice at this comment.
Which I suspect says something rather scary about me.
Oh - I'm about halfway through the Sardonyx Net. Oh my, but Zed's an interesting character. Nicely twisted and tortured with just enough self-hatred to still be sympathetic despite the bastardliness...
Well, and I'm glad that you like him.
One day whilst bored, I started googling peoples names, and by perchance tried yours. Speaking joyfully of bags full of body parts rolling around on your table? LARPing? It seems as if nothing much has changed. I am enthralled and revelling rapturously (and other polysyllabic descriptions of mundane behaviours) at your expose of your life online. Cheers.
Joseph Karl.
Heya Joseph,
How's it hanging? Still doing radio?
Not right now. I am back in Hamilton, working in a supermarket and living in a caravan at the back of my parents place. I have become white trash, Enzed style, and that will be the theme of my housewarming at the end of the year. Just have to get some replica shotguns and submachineguns, a Stars and Stripes with 48 stars, and hire a pickup truck, and I'll be away. Yeeehaw!
< pokes head into digital nether>
Because you haven't replied for some time, I wonder if my previous outburst, whilst true, might have scared you away somewhat. Looking at it again, I realize I could have said something slightly less overt for only the second time in over (starts counting)(runs out of fingers)(can't count past that) quite a while, it seems. If I'm being paranoid, that's alright - all my coworkers say I'm one sausage short of a barbecue, and at times I'm inclined to believe them. From now on, when I feel inclined to post a comment here, I will be much more studious in my sentence construction, and less overt.
Joseph
< /pokes head into digital nether>
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