Day 360: Dogs in Lund-Jumpers

Too delicate to be our heroine

 Today, I am mostly grateful for: Dogs dressed as Sarah Lund off of The Killing.

This is what happens when you watch two hours of a Danish thriller on a Saturday night and think about it too much and then think a little bit about Victoria Sandison too, because she's just moved to Melbourne and you're missing her a bit. 

This is what happens when you have work to do that does not necessarily inspire you at all (although as always, there's a sense of satisfaction once it's done).

Too cutesy

This is what happens when passions collide (not in a romantic way, you understand - just dogs in clothes meets the Killing, with fireworks). This is the result of too much time alone. I really, really need a boyfriend. Either to distract me from this shit or to make it even more fun. Either is good. 

I also had a lovely time on the Heath with Mel. A walk, a cup of tea, a run, a swim. A cycle home. Some breakfast, some work, some dithering. And then... over to Ruth's to say hello to people I'm related to, Jo and David and their kids, Lucy, Issy and William. We worked this out... hang on... if Ruth is my first cousin once removed, and David is her nephew, then David is my second cousin and D&J's kids are my second cousins once removed. Or something.

Too butch. Suitably pissed off, though.

Anyway, I covered the little one in ModRoc, with just his nostrils for a gap. His parents gave their permission, of course, as did he. His sisters helped. We laid him on the floor with clingfilm on his head, vaseline on his face (and eyelashes) and an oversized Waterstone's shirt on (I knew that would be useful at some point). 

At one point his mum said 'You look... dead.' I wasn't quite sure what to say, but she was kind of right. It is a bit ghostly seeing a face like that, and because the face itself doesn't move, not even with the breath, it is a bit unnerving. His sisters were quick to point out that his belly was moving. He did a little thumbs up too.

It always goes too far, doesn't it? 

He was very chilled, really. He's only eight. He was up for the experience, even though he was a little scared at the start. I tried to make it really easy for him to choose to do it or not to do it, no judgement. He went for it in the end. 

He lay there for a while, once we'd finished, eyes, mouth, whole face covered except those nostrils (Note - always get the subject to breathe through the nose a bit BEFORE you seal off the mouth) and then scrunched up his face. It came off a treat. We sealed his nose (the face cast one, not his actual nose) and filled it with plaster and they took home a spare version of his face. They'll have to wait till tomorrow to peel off the negative. I think they had fun. Either that or they will be marked for life. Aaah, it's all good. 

Don't fuck with me.

Before that, the whole family had found masks - full masks, half masks, papier maché, plastic - and put them on. Ruth too. That was fun. We didn't do any mask work (yeah, like I'm going to get a bunch of family I've met hardly ever and try and force them to do trance mask!) but they did have a good old play, and if I had to nail my purpose at gunpoint, without having any time to dither and get it right, I'd probably say 'get people playing' or something along those lines. Sometimes, techniques can go and eat themselves. Play is the thing.

Twattish, yet kind of intense. These, I like.