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Being as it is 6:30 in the morning, and I am still (very) awake, I figured I'd use this time to blabber away in the hopes that it makes me tired. I have very little hope, but we shall see.
Wednesday I had intended to finish the hell panther head. But then I ended up going to Alix's house after cutting out all the fur sections. Whoops? We played Black Ops, hopefully got through to Dani about why it's a bad idea to call people "fat lady" (we don't want to be like Emily, do we?), had waffles and sausage for dinner, and rolled Mogget and Orion in microscopic sea-creature dust.
I got home at a reasonable time, and spent the whole night Skyping Faraone while sewing the fur sections together and gluing them down. I finally called it quits around...oh...three in the morning.
Thursday I had trouble getting out of bed, but finally managed to get motivated to work by 1. I spent a grand total of FIVE. HOURS. Shaving down the fur. Dear lord, my arms were totally numb. But it was beyond worth it. This head is my crowning achievement. Which probably isn't saying much, being as it's my first time even touching foam or a balaclava. But no one can take this feeling away from me. Well...maybe Beetlecat or one of the other amazing fursuit builders out there. But no one short of them!
There are a few things I'm unhappy with. I wish I hadn't given her such dramatic eyelids. I think I should have shaved her cheeks down a bit more in the foam stage, as they make her face rather round and, to me at least, make her seem bear-like. I fear that from the front, especially at a distance, the horns make her look like a minotaur head. I didn't leave enough slack when furring the back of the head, so it's a bit tight to get her on and off my head (but once she's past my nose she fits just fine). The mouth is a bit small and the jaws don't line up well enough for me to give her the large saber-teeth I wanted. Possibly all instances of me just being overly critical of my own work, as usual, but so it is.
But I kept telling myself, before I even had the materials for her and she was still just and idea in my head that hadn't even made it to paper, that this was a character I'd make and re-make many times in my furry life. I kept reminding myself this, and so I'm beyond happy with her for being my first build. She exceeded my expectations in terms of matching my expectations. Does that make sense? I expected to end up disappointed with how she came out and never wanting to look at her again, but I'm only disappointed in a few things most of which I could easily fix on the current build if I chose to.
Friday all I had to do was make some teeth and a tongue. And of course I ended up sleeping all day because I had a monstrous headache (honestly starting to get paranoid that something is growing in there that shouldn't be). So the teeth didn't get made until around...3 AM. I'll hit them with a blow dryer if they aren't dry by...either the time I wake up, or in the event I don't sleep, an hour that's reasonable for me to be using a loud blow dryer.
I also decided at four AM to roll Quinn in the microscopic sea-creature dust. She found the whole thing terribly amusing and finds the dust that floats off of her if I pet her absolutely fascinating. Now she is insisting on throwing her mouse under the newspaper of the litter box, then stomping on the newspaper to make as much noise as possible and annoy the ever living shit out of me. When say her name in an angry enough whisper, she switches to clawing at the plastic bag the fur is in. And back and forth she goes until it's time for a nap. Then she climbs all over me and attempts to make it impossible to read my book or use the computer. Yes my dear, I know it sleep time. But I'm awake and as the mommy I'm allowed to be awake when baby should be sleeping. Now please get off my shoulders and let me do my pointless activities.
Whenever Dad gets home from work, we'll be taking a trip to Good Will for some cheap shirts to rip up for he and Faraone. Then once Faraone is out of work we'll be getting him, and I'll be...putting everyone's makeup on. I'd like to make some claw marks over Dads eye, and I guess I'll just go crazy on Faraone and do what ever the fuck I want. Bites, gashes, blood all over the place. And all I have to do for me is pull a shirt out of the closet and stick my head on.
Actually, I still need to glue in her teeth, paint and glue in her tongue, and trim the neck flaps. But that won't take long at all. And all that will be done before Dad gets home anyway.
I have no idea what to expect at this costume party. I have no idea who will be there, what the area is like. Frankly I'm fully expecting it to be dark and for me to not be able to see a thing. It's bring your own booze, so I'll be bringing my bottle of Jack. And I should probably bring a straw or two as well. I'll be content to sit in a corner and get drunk through a straw.
Well, I've run out of things to babble about, but am still no more tired than when I first began to babble. So I think I'll dig up the candy and read Dexter in the Dark until it's an acceptable hour for me to make noise.
And before I part, have a picture of my lovely little love child. A crappy picture, but a picture none the less.
Wednesday I had intended to finish the hell panther head. But then I ended up going to Alix's house after cutting out all the fur sections. Whoops? We played Black Ops, hopefully got through to Dani about why it's a bad idea to call people "fat lady" (we don't want to be like Emily, do we?), had waffles and sausage for dinner, and rolled Mogget and Orion in microscopic sea-creature dust.
I got home at a reasonable time, and spent the whole night Skyping Faraone while sewing the fur sections together and gluing them down. I finally called it quits around...oh...three in the morning.
Thursday I had trouble getting out of bed, but finally managed to get motivated to work by 1. I spent a grand total of FIVE. HOURS. Shaving down the fur. Dear lord, my arms were totally numb. But it was beyond worth it. This head is my crowning achievement. Which probably isn't saying much, being as it's my first time even touching foam or a balaclava. But no one can take this feeling away from me. Well...maybe Beetlecat or one of the other amazing fursuit builders out there. But no one short of them!
There are a few things I'm unhappy with. I wish I hadn't given her such dramatic eyelids. I think I should have shaved her cheeks down a bit more in the foam stage, as they make her face rather round and, to me at least, make her seem bear-like. I fear that from the front, especially at a distance, the horns make her look like a minotaur head. I didn't leave enough slack when furring the back of the head, so it's a bit tight to get her on and off my head (but once she's past my nose she fits just fine). The mouth is a bit small and the jaws don't line up well enough for me to give her the large saber-teeth I wanted. Possibly all instances of me just being overly critical of my own work, as usual, but so it is.
But I kept telling myself, before I even had the materials for her and she was still just and idea in my head that hadn't even made it to paper, that this was a character I'd make and re-make many times in my furry life. I kept reminding myself this, and so I'm beyond happy with her for being my first build. She exceeded my expectations in terms of matching my expectations. Does that make sense? I expected to end up disappointed with how she came out and never wanting to look at her again, but I'm only disappointed in a few things most of which I could easily fix on the current build if I chose to.
Friday all I had to do was make some teeth and a tongue. And of course I ended up sleeping all day because I had a monstrous headache (honestly starting to get paranoid that something is growing in there that shouldn't be). So the teeth didn't get made until around...3 AM. I'll hit them with a blow dryer if they aren't dry by...either the time I wake up, or in the event I don't sleep, an hour that's reasonable for me to be using a loud blow dryer.
I also decided at four AM to roll Quinn in the microscopic sea-creature dust. She found the whole thing terribly amusing and finds the dust that floats off of her if I pet her absolutely fascinating. Now she is insisting on throwing her mouse under the newspaper of the litter box, then stomping on the newspaper to make as much noise as possible and annoy the ever living shit out of me. When say her name in an angry enough whisper, she switches to clawing at the plastic bag the fur is in. And back and forth she goes until it's time for a nap. Then she climbs all over me and attempts to make it impossible to read my book or use the computer. Yes my dear, I know it sleep time. But I'm awake and as the mommy I'm allowed to be awake when baby should be sleeping. Now please get off my shoulders and let me do my pointless activities.
Whenever Dad gets home from work, we'll be taking a trip to Good Will for some cheap shirts to rip up for he and Faraone. Then once Faraone is out of work we'll be getting him, and I'll be...putting everyone's makeup on. I'd like to make some claw marks over Dads eye, and I guess I'll just go crazy on Faraone and do what ever the fuck I want. Bites, gashes, blood all over the place. And all I have to do for me is pull a shirt out of the closet and stick my head on.
Actually, I still need to glue in her teeth, paint and glue in her tongue, and trim the neck flaps. But that won't take long at all. And all that will be done before Dad gets home anyway.
I have no idea what to expect at this costume party. I have no idea who will be there, what the area is like. Frankly I'm fully expecting it to be dark and for me to not be able to see a thing. It's bring your own booze, so I'll be bringing my bottle of Jack. And I should probably bring a straw or two as well. I'll be content to sit in a corner and get drunk through a straw.
Well, I've run out of things to babble about, but am still no more tired than when I first began to babble. So I think I'll dig up the candy and read Dexter in the Dark until it's an acceptable hour for me to make noise.
And before I part, have a picture of my lovely little love child. A crappy picture, but a picture none the less.