And I certainly feel like it.
The great rice paper flag experiment has not worked as planned, and one of my carefully painted over flags has been ruined in attempting to glue it carefully around the pole of the first standard bearer. The rice paper is so absorbent that the glue set before I could manage to match up the edges of the two halves, and the error was so glaring that even furling the flag around the pole as though carried in a Force 10 gale would not have helped. The only thing to do was remove the flag and throw it away once the shreds were all off the flagpole.
Can't remember if ever I've had such a hobby setback quite like this. Sigh.
More than four hours of brushwork Saturday down the drain. You can just imagine the blue language muttered internally to myself at the moment.
I imagine the feeling of defeat is something very similar to what model ship builders might feel when they discover a major mistake with the rigging. Or when a section of the layout does not take shape in quite the way a model railroader has planned, and everything needs to be torn apart and redone from the ground up.
Well, the best thing to do is stop for today and come back to the problem later during the week when I am in a better frame of mind. It'll be a just little bit longer than expected before glossing and final basing takes place. Blast! As Stevie Ray Vaughn sang, The Sky Is Criyin'.
-- Stokes
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