Seriously, I rarely go looking for dolls, but sometimes it seems like they come looking for me. Like when this guy showed up unsummoned in my email. I took one look at the blonde mess on his head and decided he needed me. (You know he had an agenda when he dressed in that houndstooth vest and New Wave tie–how does that not scream, “SAVE ME!” to me specifically?)
I’ll put the rest of this foolishness behind a cut so you can see what I spent a bit of time doing when I was also managing serious dogsitting/relocating while workers were on the property.
Before:
Started with a shampoo:
And a blow-out:
Holy crap, with hair extensions and the right bandana, he could double for the band Poison’s C.C. DeVille or Bret Michaels.
But I don’t have hair extensions, so I had to work with what was here.
Yep, I used the hairdressing shears.
After:
Now he’s a handsome gent ready for his name and a role somewhere inside a novel.
Thankful shout-out to Tom for picking up the industrial-strength hair glue.
Lordy. I thought perhaps you had raided Timothy’s bathroom cabinet.
No, I tried his hair products on dolls once, but they weren’t strong enough. His hair doesn’t have the same dire needs, I think.
This delighted me
LOL, it delighted me to find a way to bring Poison into the doll world.