Remaining positive in the face of adversity is not easy. I’m fortunate. I’m able to maintain (much to the annoyance of those around me) a stubborn steak of optimism in my disposition. After a third disastrous run, do I know why this puppet won’t foam up? Maybe … maybe not. Truth is I may be no closer now than I was when I started. It’s all just a guessing game at this point but I’ve made some changes to my procedure and ready or not, I’m prepping my little Michelin Man for another go. I won’t bore you with the specific changes I’ve made but I love a challenge and as the stakes get higher (my poor mould is really starting to crack) I can’t help but feel a little giddy about what might happen next … like a good horror movie.
