This was made for an ob/gyn and her man. Can you tell?
Started with a design that would be handle-shaped and structurally sound enough to withstand constant drunken yanking. Also thought it would make sense to combine a semi-religious fertility icon with the alcohol dispensing mechanism that results in most conceptions these days.
Obvious place to start.
Around 3:30 am the prototype was done. Left it on the kitchen table for Katy to inspect when she woke up a few hours later.
The morning reviews. Katy knows by now that I require constant, unequivocal encouragement to avoid sinking into despair and disrepair.
Bolstered by Katy and ready for prime time.
First attempt (left) ended in disaster when late that night I carelessly cut too much above the head and didn't leave enough legroom. Had to take a deep breath, stroll around the chicken coop, and start over again (right).
The coupler that I bought would have required a huge distended rear and abdomen.
Cutting it down allowed for a slimmer waist. This stage was really fun, except for all the metal dust that made breathing difficult.
Worried soul even at a tender age.
7 or so layers of poly and polishing later.
Evolutionary retrospective.
Time for a cold mug of amniotic fluid.
