There is a distinct possibility I did not think this through enough. Not saying I miss my power tools, but…we adapt. Lotta lather, rinse, repeat on this one. I should probably dig out a drop cloth.
Only fleshed out a few branches on the armature today, but all the layers were thin and allowed to dry fully. That’s progress of a different sort.
Thinking about swapping the foliage base out, drop the mercerized cotton for a double strand of embroidery thread – increased adhesive absorption and surface area. Not rigging sails with it, so tensile strength is immaterial; at worst, it’s ineffective. Only ever one way to find out.
Did not expect to cry by the 50 page mark. Punctuation game is on point.
Marilla felt more embarrassed than ever. She had intended to teach Anne the childish classic, “Now I lay me down to sleep.” But she had, as I have told you, the glimmerings of a sense of humor–which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things; and it suddenly occurred to her that that simple little prayer, sacred to white-robed childhood lisping at motherly knees, was entirely unsuited to this freckled witch of a girl who knew nothing about God’s love, since she had never had it translated to her through the medium of human love.
~L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables