Wheels on fire

Wheels for the circus.

Happy Accident

The babe spills hundreds of tiny stars all over the floor and while I'm picking them up, I have an idea that I think will really help the last scene.

Also, while making the shadow puppets and props, I think - now, where the hell will I get a parachute? And remember the crap one that I bought for the babe, perfect size, readymade.

Serendipitous.

*Cough. Edited to add: I didn't actually intend to send the baby parachuting. I mean - it's a toy parachute. Not one that goes on him. I mean - oh, forget it. 

Perfect Circle

Something quite soothing about cutting out dozens of small paper circles.

My grandmother's kimono

You wouldn't believe how difficult it is to scan a fragile old silk garment. Right now boyf (the glamorous assistant that I'd somehow forgotten about) is doing something with cardboard and muttering under his breath. Could be because I've been swearing at him for the past ten minutes while he tries to hold down the slippery bits while maintaining the correct fold pattern and appropriate ratio of red silk to gold embroidery over the scanner screen for long enough that I can crank up the programme and run the scan.

We'll get there, unless the perished old thing gives way first.

Or the kimono. Har.

(And if boyf manages not to hit the 'off' button with his elbow. Again.)

Best draw a veil over the whole scene ...

Treasure

Just when I needed it ... who knew boyf had a secret stash of old pocketwatches in a shoebox? Cogs ahoy!