Janelle abducted me from the Spring Garden train station while brandishing a bottle of "frighteningly realistic" (according to the label) blood. She had already breezed through the Thrift Fair for some nightgowns and slips. We took a break for beer and ChaCha (more on that another time)...and then off to work...
Things I have learned: fake blood stains skin and clothes, but not walls and ceramic. My feet are cherry red today, but the other red stains were easily removed with lots of soap and three showers.
To see more, go here. I recommend viewing it as a slideshow to obtain the full horrific effect.
Obviously I was too busy slinging blood to work on my book...look for a new excerpt tomorrow.
1 comment:
poor schmiddy. he didn't see it coming.
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