From Delboy to Jimmy Summerville

I spent a few hours on and off trying to get the skin lighter, trying to add detail, wiping it off, redoing it, thinning it down, redoing it and so on. Then enough was enough. I realised that Picasso probably didnt achieve what he wanted first time round and it was time to make the best of what I had achieved so far.

So the above was yesterday. I decided to leave the painting and get on and root.

Heck, it's addictive. And heck, it's hard

So may empty plugs, broken needles (if the Police had called they might have thought I was a moulting heroin addict) HOW do they do it?

But the addiction was hard to beat and so rather than find an answer I had to go on.

And on and on and on. In fact it's taken all day. It's now dark and I havent seen much of today.

I am covered in premium angora. My 3 year old has told people that I am making a baby and am stuck (the shame!) but I have decided, as with the paint job, that enough is enough for the first rooting attempt

My doll has gone from looking like Delboy this morning, passing by looking like the lead singer from Dexy's Midnight Runners at midday to looking like Jimmy Summerville this evening.

And that's how he or she will stay (Trista may be a boy - will have to see when the haircut settles) and I shall soon add glue and then the body

I am excited. It's like pregnancy in a way. You start off enjoying the excitement, get a bored with the time it takes, then it takes on a new lease of life and becomes very fun. Then the excitement of The End takes hold and you can wait no longer and it all HAS to end.