Hilda has been clothed. In a sense.
The poor gal had to wait an age for her “outfit” since my little
terror toddler has been sucking up all my time and refusing to nap.
Hilda has been textured and now looks a little closer to what a hippo should. Warts and all. My skill with lighting is less than stellar (here’s a great explanation I found on the world wide web, the pointers of which I clearly didn’t follow due to
laziness time constraints), so she doesn’t actually look as good as she could.
Over to you, husband (and lighting extraordinaire).
Hopefully next time I present Hilda to the world she looks fantastic.