My still-not-so-finished costume project currently presents itself as a giant, fluffy monster, lingering in the corner of my bedroom. The pile seemingly is just about to devour my bed, and then me. Probably in that order. (But maybe, if I manage to defeat the white beast, it will eventually become a petticoat.)

Also, there’s a peak at another, less frightening part of the project. It involves wood turning and playing with leather scraps. And paint: