She had a dirty face and looked as if she'd had a rough life. Her hair was disheveled and she was wearing a bizarre-looking helmet that did nothing for her fine features. Her nose was scarred. I knew I had to bring her home. She would be the perfect girl to model some of my vintage hats.
The auction lasted about four hours. It was a strange mix of traditional, bizarre and just plain junky items. A few things were worth bringing home, but truthfully, if it wasn't for her I'd have just left. Finally she came up, and I was victorious.
She's now had her initial clean-up and I think she looks pretty good in a hat. Getting the gunk off her face without damaging her further proved more challenging than I would have imagined. Finally, a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser did the trick. I touched up her nose with a little makeup and will work on a better fix one day.
Her name still eludes me. She's not whispered it to me and I haven't come up with anything that feels right for her. If you have any suggestions please let me know!
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