This began very tidily on another background but geez, it was static. Wanted to banish the damned thing from sight and drown my sorrows in Netflix. BUT (you know something's coming) instead I flew into a snit - grabbed the scissors, a used envelope, and the sewing machine and just. went. to. town. Whether it's fabulous or not isn't the issue at this point (though I do likes it much better) as a good deal of satisfaction can be derived from clawing a 'fail' to near shreds and reassembling it as a cuter Frankenstein.