In the same way that my violin students tell me I'm the only one who tells them, "nice armpits!", I wonder how many people (when faced with a super-frisky cat who is pouncing all over whatever it is they're trying to work on) say "oh, knock it off; go play in the mannequin."
For once I got to the camera in time, but didn't capture the exciting through-the-neck-hole exit (exciting only because of the last-minute drama of wondering whether she was going to be able to get her back legs out, or keep dragging Valkyrie around the bedroom).
Valkyrie is a dress form that I convinced D. to help me make out of brown paper tape. It cost $7.50 in materials and $50 in sushi to placate D., who was pretty grouchy at being sucked into another one of my crazy projects. It took a few hours of me standing around in plastic getting covered with brown paper tape and D. several hours of taping. Valkyrie is a husk of me as I was in 2002, so (scarily) 10 or 15 pounds lighter than I am currently and, as I see from the "neck view" photos, with a left shoulder blade that is winging out quite a bit. I still haven't gotten all of those muscles back on the left side. Feh.