It's about time I show you the back bedroom of my miniature house.
Bed, books, fancy picture.
Nothing weird here...except shouldn't there be a duvet?
Purse, pens, jewellery box.
Wait, are those fleck of blood on the drawers?
Oh, it must just be a nose bleed.
Dude, stop looking in the bin. You guys are gross.
Erm...I think it might be a bit more than a nosebleed...
The next day this happened.
I just got a little too confident with the craft knife.
(Sorry if real blood makes you squeamish, but I had to live it! And I'm kind of a medical lightweight so I had to just sit very still for a while until I stopped feeling funny)
"But Lisa, if you had cut yourself the day before then you could have used real blood for your piece."
No! You're sick.