The Slog

For anyone not familiar with the traffic conundrums of the Pacific Northwest (I'm assuming that's...all of you?), "The Slog" is a harrowing strip of pavement that stretches between Seattle and Portland. This site sums up it's horror quite accurately. I was once stuck for 7 hours between "Sloggerville" and "Headquarters Roads" with a broken down truck and a three-horse slant, but that's a story for another day.

My next trip down The Slog is fast approaching, literally and figuratively. Next Thursday, I will once again make the arduous journey with a car packed with plastic ponies, this time for NAN.

After NAN comes the scary part. For me, those last few weeks before Breyerfest are like the last five miles of a marathon: I'm exhausted, I want it to stop, and I can't remember my own name. Everything tends to come together in those last couple days before the big event, but in between it's hard to see the forest for the trees.

I'm trying to make a point to finish one piece at a time so I can better appreciate my forward progress, but that plan seems to already have gone to hell. I'm sitting here sculpting a mini head, but I have no idea what custom it's going on (witness my decent into madness!)

I have almost completed exactly one drastic custom for BF live. Full photos to come, but for now, here is her face:


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