Industriousness Does Not Allow Much Time for Dreaming
While I'm not a night worker in 1940s New York City, I've been *almost* as busy as all the gentlemen above. I do apologize, though, for the break in blogging - I've hoping this marks the restart of normal service. One thing that has been taking up my time is that the rest of my model collection has arrived via mail from storage at my sister's place.Damage was mostly minor, though that Fw 200 I built lost its radar antenna. Still, I'm happy to have them back. I don't want to dump my whole purse of emotion out on you, but they've been a series of little accomplishments for me, sometimes when I could look to little else as something to be proud of. Anyway, BEHOLD! The wonders of the kits I've built! (They are in fact pretty vacant of actual wonders, but when showing off tiny tanks to the ladies, you can get away with reckless hyperbole. Nothing the girls like more than a man who knows the difference between a Porsche and Herschel turreted King Tiger...