Last week, we experienced a truly horrifying late-summer heatwave, with high humidity and temperatures in the 30s/ high-90s. I did a lot of lying in front of fans with my feet in a bucket of cool water, and at one point I had a mini breakdown after watching an emotionally manipulative slow-motion scene of an overweight girl scoring her first-ever basket on the show Huge. I literally sobbed, "The fat girl got a basket" over and over as Mr. L held my hand and finally asked very gently, "What was in her basket? Was it something very upsetting?" Ahaha. Thankfully the temperature has dropped ten degrees and it's on to saner times... Pregnancy+Hormones+Heat = A round, sweaty, embarrassing mess.
Octavia thinks I'm a very silly person, though she's too polite to say so, and she didn't even complain when I drilled holes in her eyes and sawed off the top of her head.
She was a little annoyed when I, so entranced by the power of my new Dremel, over-sanded her eye cavity from behind, making a hole in her eyebrow.
And she was very alarmed when I carved away her upper lids altogether, leaving her with this rather unnerving and startled expression.
But she got over it eventually, regaining her composure and general air of mystery. She did begin to tire of being a disembodied head, and finally snapped at me to get on with it, already! A girl expects a body. These dolls - they demand much of us.
So, a body I gave her. Or at least arranged for her, and she liked knowing that all her bits and pieces were nearby. Once she was all laid out, I saw many flaws, but I thought it would be unkind to point them out, and I love her all the same, even with her too-big hands and feet, her too-short legs. She is, in fact, all strung together now (a harrowing experience!) and even has hair and a make-shift dress. But I won't be ready to take final photos until tomorrow, and so she'll come to you in her complete state in a few days. For now she's wondering if anybody out there will raise a glass and toast with her to celebrate her new body, since I'm no fun. (Oh, red wine - I do miss you!)
