The Little World

With the photo-etch and the resin and the masks and the pots of paint and the signed copy of the designer’s baby photo?

Gee, I hope not; I don’t think I could stand the pressure to perform. The 14th coat of weathering oil/lacquer/authenticity magic would reduce me to tears. I could not win a court battle with the club experts to even justify opening the box…

Give me the toy that was whacked on the shelf in 1991 and discounted in 1992. I will make as much of it as I can and have glorious week building it. I will display it with pride and defend my decision to paint the landing gear pink to the death.

Okay, it sits on its tail, but then so do I…