crawnch time.

costume?
hallowe'en?
what?
ugh!
duders,
i've got no time, and less counter space.
damn.
the floor has become a de-craftified zone,
as crabtree regards all below-ankle-level areas as fair game for
teeny-tiny razor teeth and little bitty nails.
i can't have that sort of action interfering with my favorite holiday, can i?
no way.
fortunately,
he's got his crate and a peanut butter filled chew toy,
and i've got my dremel and a brand new heat gun;
separately, we're spanning time at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
for the record,
it turns out puppies, unapologetically, can't help with crafts at all.
like, zero percent helpful.
especially not when tempted by soft foam 'chew-toys',
and those ever-enticing razorblades strewn about the floor.
what?
c'mon.
take it easy, he's okay, and so am i-
but, we're not much closer to completion than we were yesterday-
would you like to see more?
you would?
ok.
check the teleport:

^^^
those are primed for paint.
these are not:

^
yikes.
and there's a whole big bunch more where that came from.
also,
rubberizing EVA foam can't be done in high humidity or very cold temperatures.
obviously,
that means it's raining,
AND it's F*ing freezing!!
hahaha.
nature wins, again.
so much patterning;
and measuring;
and cutting;
and sanding;
and heat-treating;
and cementing and/or hot gluing-
of course,
painting comes before detailing, after the aforementioned weatherproofing...
and weatherproofing needs nice weather in order to occur.
F*ery!
so,
things have gained a degree of difficulty i didn't anticipate,
and the weather hasn't contributed even one hour's worth of cooperation.
it's all really happening, and none of it is good news.
i'm pushing forward, of course, because i love the season,
and i love playing dress-up,
and i love that this whole week is a whirlwind of harder and harder styles,
and shorter and shorter hours.
although, obviously,
once it's too late, we immediately get a whole other other
teleported time-travel hour on november the first.
all the saint's apparently need to sleep in.
dang.
father time must've been chatting with ma nature about making sure that
the winners and losers are clearly marked out for identification.
expert?
only if you love hard styles as much as i do, neighbors.
they're just getting harder with each ticking minute, too.
for the record,
it turns out puppies can't help with crafts at all.
like, zero percent helpful.
especially not when tempted by soft foam 'chew-toys',
and those ever-enticing razorblades strewn about the floor.
what?
c'mon.
take it easy, he's okay, and so am i-
but,
my costume may end up looking pretty haggard if things continue this way.
if it wasn't for tough spots, i'd have no spots,
and you know what they say:
infinite nature never ends,
it just takes a nap once in a while.
speaking of,
i hope i don't fall asleep on the job today.
there's tattzaps to squeeze into this dog-poopin' craft-foamin'
sh!t-hot mess of a life i'm half-liddedly bulldozing through.
it's all really happening,
but it's the interim between effort and results
that seems to take up every available instant;
never quiet, never soft.....