And no, I don’t mean I’m doing sit-ups. After more than one false start it’s coming together. I started a type of looping with wire for her 
ghostly innards. Not do-able with my arm still in recovery. Spent way too much time looking for those steel mesh sink/dish-scrubbers to substitute and guess what? They’re scarce. Remember these? I went to a half-dozen emporia and found a version by “Dawn”, of dish soap fame, in one place. Scarce? Eh. Didn’t matter. Because it was clear it wasn’t going to work. But…. Wait. Um. It can still be hair! And it can be, on the feet, a sort of skin that will show through the holes in her boots.
Ah… Boots. She now has feet, sore, weary feet shod in deliberately distressed and burnt moccasin boots made from funky faux suede with silver dots…
yeah, she's either a little pigeon-toed, or maybe just shy
close-up
Once again… I don’t know why the pix overlapped. I think she is weary, shy, not sure if she’s arrived or not, and not actually pigeon-toed.
