You know how I mentioned the next step with Scott the Noodoll was re-restringing and wiring? Well today, my order of two gauges of red wire arrived, and it was time for the noodoll to bite the bullet. Or the wire.
I decided the conservatory was a great place to do it, because bright natural light, but then proceeded to be thwarted at every turn by the weather steadily clouding over and a dog that decided that surely she was more important than what I was doing and made sure to get in the way as often as possible (and then spent the time she wasn't getting in the way laying behind me and blocking the door, just in case I tried to leave). But I pressed on, because frankly he's driving me up the wall now.
I should warn — although it should be fairly obvious — that the below gallery contains doll nudity, because it's very hard to take apart a fully clothed doll.
I started out with my regular restringing tools (which is to say an MSD-sized head puller and two pieces of rattail cord — who says you need sensible tools?!), my wire (in a very fetching shade of red), my phone (I didn't want to miss my next work shift) and the obligatory wire cutters (very difficult to wire him otherwise). (1)
Once divested of his clothing (2), I unhooked his feet and pulled out his elastic (3), but didn't unstring his arms as I've already got those how I wanted. It made wiring them a little harder, mind. I cut the wire to stretch from the middle(ish) of one forearm to the middle(ish) of another (4, 5) and, removing one hand to make things a little easier — read that as being said with a hollow laugh — and then ended up having to use the rattail to slipknot the elastic to my ankle to stop it making an escape attempt through Scott's body.
No photos of that, partially because it was awkward and mostly because I looked like a complete idiot.
Once that was done (6, 7), I adjusted the position of the knot in Scott's torso elastic (again), measured out his wire — twice the length of one leg ending halfway up his shin, but with some leeway — and began restringing him the way April Story sent him. I figured I might as well stick with it, particularly since this time I could remember where the H-shape went (8).
It is significantly easier to string the doll with the wire in place rather than trying to push it along, but I had to run the cord through the leg before I ran the wire or it became an exercise in frustrating futility due to the size of the holes, the size of the cord and the fact there's still a whole bunch of ragged resin in there. I did the same with each part of his leg until I got to his feet, but didn't worry about pulling the elastic through the legs until I'd got them all pretty much assembled. I hate the way it snaps back the moment you take your eye off it otherwise (9, 10, 11).
And then my leeway turned out to be inevitably too long (12), so off came the shin again and off went the excess (13).
The feet... well, Scott's biggest problem has always been his ankles (his knees mostly cooperating with the help of a large amount of hot glue sueding), and everything I'd read about wiring ended at the shins... which doesn't help. I initially thought about looping the end of the leg wire around the hook in his foot, but it seemed like too much hassle and would only be manageable on the first foot you did it on, near-impossible on the second.
So the next step was to use the thinner wire and hook it through the ring to run alongside the S-hook. (14)
Now, I'm not sure how much use this actually will have: it's just as mobile as the S-hook when you think about it and to really make a difference I think I'd have to use a thicker, firmer wire (but not as thick as the wire I used in his body as I already tried that; too big to fit through the ankle ball) and do some creative shaping to keep it firmly placed inside his shin. And yet, despite this, it gives the impression of having helped. I don't know how much of it is true (did the act of putting it in there make me think he's a little more stable? etc.), but there we go. Maybe I'll explore this some more in the future.
Scott won't ever stand unaided, but he can finally lift his arms and keep them up there (15)... and give him something to lean against, and he might just do.
Either way, even after I restrung him (twice) and tightened up his strings, he still couldn't stand unaided.
So I inexpertly sueded him with a cool-melt glue gun, using a silicone wig cap that doesn't appear to effectively fit anyone to help smear the glue around (surprisingly helpful). And it sort of helped, in that his hands and knees remain in place and his feet don't really wander off any more, but he still can't stand because although his knees no longer crumple under his weight, his feet won't keep him upright and he just topples forward instead.
So the next step, it looks like, is another restring and some wiring. Which should be interesting because I have no idea what I'm doing. I have no idea if there's a specific kind of wire that would work or if regular jewellery wire would (which I have plenty of, most copper- and some silver-filled, in various gauges), but... in a perverse way I'm looking forward to learning.
And his arms need restringing again, because I ballsed that up.
It's a bit of a disappointment he still can't stand beside Tay (who, being a Granado Evol doll, stands like a rock), but... I'm hoping we'll get there in the end. I'm hoping that if/when he does I'll have this massive sense of satisfaction at how much I've learned just through him.
...We'll see, anyway.
...is proving to be a slow and frustrating experience.
How slow and frustrating? Well, while trying to create the page listing all the stories, I accidentally deleted the blog page with them all on. ALL. With no way of recovering it.
Ultimately it was for the best as when I started copying the stories over I didn't quite figure out how to get Weebly to behave in a sensible manner, but it was massively frustrating nonetheless.
But now I've got Weebly to behave. I don't think it'd know a sensible manner if it leapt up and bit it in the face, but it's behaving. Mostly. Sort of.
A noodler with a doll obsession.