I've tried to dress the old girl up in her debut photo shoot by propping her against a pretty venetian mirror but it's quite apparent from her vacant stare (my first ever attempt at satin stitch!) that she has seen her share of late nights. Her hair is in desperate need of a good cut and colour, some new threads are seriously in order and let's just say that a humble cleanse, tone and moisturise ain't gonna make this lady gleam. Hold on, is this Pippi I'm talking about here?
After a warning from a wise friend about the dangers of a unique, can't be replaced, one of a kind, crying all through the night cause she's been left on a train kind of special toy I began my hunt for the same Riley Blake fabric that I first used to bring Pippi to life. I may even clone a few Pippis and hide them way back in the cupboard should such an occasion arise. I'll pass off her new attire, coiffed new do and model perfect skin by saying she's spent time at a day spa followed by lunch and a spot of shopping. Fingers crossed I'll get left on a train and the same fate should befall me!
What's that Pippi? Stop typing about your makeover and get on with it. The cheek! Pippi when you resemble Daryl Braithwaite in his Sherbet days after you've blowdried and straightened your hair like I do... we'll talk.
For other far more creative, less whiny and germ ridden creative spaces please pop over to Kirsty's lovely blog. See, I even typed my link at Kirsty's in wrong. Steoh needs a lie down!