Faceless no more

I mentioned recently the story of how Bria decided that my Willow Tree figurines needed faces, and took it upon herself to give them some. I had written a little about it on my blog at the time it happened, but I never did show a picture. The reason for that was because when it happened, not only was I very pregnant, but I had not yet "gone digital" in my photography, so the photo hadn't been developed. By the time it was developed months later, it didn't seem apropo anymore, so I never did show the picture of my figurines and their cartoon faces.

However, since I have not taken many pictures of interest this week (other than a newborn photo shoot, which I will link up soon enough), I give you the desecrated figurines.



The one with the rose, named "Love," was given to me by the Bishop when I was released from my calling as Relief Society President. Bria was enthralled with her at the time. She would get a chair and sit and stare at her for what seemed like hours on end. One day she came to me and said, "I figured out what's wrong with Love!" I wasn't really sure what she meant, but she finally got me to understand she was talking about the figurine.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked.

"She doesn't have a face!" Bria exclaimed.

I told her that's how she should be, and (erroneously, obviously) thought that was that. Soon after that conversation, my mom gave me the patriotic one, and before I could blink they were both bestowed with faces.
You'll be happy to know that the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser took most of the black off, and only discolored them a little. I can tell, but perhaps those who don't know what happened wouldn't notice. At least I hope that's the case.