Fanchon's makeover

I took Fanchon apart today and examined her various maladies. It was strange to be handling a ball-jointed doll again. I really loved the feeling of scrubbing her down, examining her cracks and sharp edges and planning where I would suede her. I love the thought of transforming her from a horridly painted, cracked thing into a luxury ball-jointed doll.

I put her eyelashes in today. It was my best setting ever! It was another thing I never thought I would do again. My work in the laboratory for the past year has made me much stronger and more dextrous, and I think I will be able to do everything I want for her.

I will look on the forums about how to repair her cracks and chipping joints. I will plan everything I want to do before I put her back together again, because I do not want to unstring her again after this. She is too delicate.

Comments

Ariel Shelley said…

How is Fanchon progressing, or have you had time to rejuvenate her yet? I am eager to see some pictures!

April 1, 2009 at 7:17 PM

Amanda said…

I just updated-- the pictures are crude, but better ones will come. Her hands are backward-- need to fix that before I do any more photos, LOL.

April 13, 2009 at 4:04 PM

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