So, what is the difference between Bookface and the blog? Well for me Bookface is faster, which is why if you were visiting last night you would have seen my updates about a new toy.
(Obviously this is not the new toy, it's Beet. I just don't feel right blogging without a photo. Did you know Beet took 13 heads to get right ? hmmm shouldn't this be getting easier?)It hasn't happened in a while , that consuming feeling of a new project. Even though it totally dements me, I love it. I love the ideas that fire off other ideas- and I love it when, for me, the story of the new person becomes clear. That is the AHA moment. Of course chances of me becoming a little obsessed are quite high too and housework (so often ignored) will simply not be seen, children may get snapped at when they ask me to drive them to town and foods masquerading as meals will become even less gourmet than normal. If you were in the land of bookface last night you would also know that I am having trouble with the her legs - I mean really? legs ! OK so the head may be on its almost 30th incarnation but I am happy oh so happy with it...and from then on I usually expect plain softie-sailing , but no...I was ambushed by the legs.....So here I am stuck in the land of legs when the gorgeous teeny clothing is calling...It was a night of softie-legs dancing through my brain and half untold snippets of stories and props and crazy ideas that had me tossing and turning for hours. I dreamt of teeny softie crutches and little plush pushbikes (that's almost a recurring dream it appears so often).
Really I just wanted to pop in and say sorry I am too busy to take photos and upload and blog and explain - and breaking news might appear on Bookface if your keeping up-but I guess I kind of did anyway.
See you on the other side of the damn legs.
(oh and now I'm worried when I show you the new toy, you'll all be looking at the legs, like when someone has an unusual facial feature and you can't stop looking at it even though you are pretending you aren't. You are all going to be doing that to the legs and thinking....man , all that angst for a couple of stumps.....).