I always want things to be perfect. Life isn't perfect. Neither is art. I have offered up my first girl for adoption. She is #4 and she was a bit of a problem child. She isn't perfect. She is unique and available for a good price due to her imperfections.
I'm feeling sad this morning. I finished Mariposa and I was feeling pretty happy with her. She was going to be my first girl released into the wild. I put her back together, and was testing things. Her eye mech wasn't working and I realized why. I could turn her eyes by hand but the pull strings weren't working. I had done one very small thing wrong. So I thought I would just take her back apart and fix it. The screw near the scalp was stripped. I tried everything I could find online to get it out. It wouldn't budge...then I cracked the tiny bit above it trying to get it out. I don't think there is much to be done at this point. Sigh~