It's been a busy afternoon. I was able to get the last prop built for the show, but had a few issues with realizing my vision. [It really shouldn't be this hard to create a multi-layered, reflective holder for 20 tealights, people. In fact, i would really like it if a store could carry things from my imagination so that i could just buy them instead of having to create them from scratch.]
Anyhoo, after revising the design several times and having to compromise on the color, my candleholder is drying in the lab. I'm taking a wee break and glanced down at my hand as i picked up my water glass:
aaaauuuugghhhhhhh... looks diseased
I went to the bathroom to wash up and realized that i am covered in streaks of red, have sawdust in my hair and seriously need hand lotion.
I look like i fought a war in the lab, for the love of Pete.
Let's take a closer look at that sad little index finger. Even after washing with a nail brush (okay, fine; i used a test tube brush; you gotta be resourceful, people) we should be able to reconstruct my afternoon:
I am really glad that everyone else has gone home; I am a dang sight.