Wigged Out
Today I tried different wigs on my new Saint guy, who I recently received back bearing his brand-new faceup by Angel Toast. Must have tried on three dozen or more wigs in tons of colors, many manufacturers, and three different sizes. The results of today’s little trial are as follows:
Hours Spent Playing With Wigs = 1.5
Recently Organized Wig Drawers Re-Messed Up = 5
Number of Other Dolls Who Temporarily Loaned Their Wigs for the Cause = 6
Number of Photos Taken To Show How Wrong All Wigs Looked = 0
Number of New Wigs I Like On New Saint Guy = 0
So it’s back to borrowing Gideon’s old white-blond Paris (it’s a 7/8 and Gideon now has his proper size, an 8/9.)
I really expected to bond with this guy instantly, but it’s with Ben, my quirky, guitar-playing, freckle-faced Hound kid that I’ve formed a quick attachment instead.
Oh, I still like Saint, but he’s a cool one. He’s not helping me get to know him. He won’t even tell me his name.
I didn't waste the whole day, though. I managed to get two photostories shot, which is a pretty good deal for me.
Got work off tomorrow. Sometimes it’s great working at a school.