Yup, that’s right - I stepped on this blog’s mascot. The little guy’s head that features in our title graphic is a picture of an actual miniature I painted. The Tiny Tin Man is a Foundry Saxon civilian, and looks like this in full:
Those of you who know me personally know that we’ll be moving house soon. Moving implies packing stuff into boxes, so I’ve slowly been starting to put some of my non-essential modelling and painting stuff into boxes in the cellar. One of the reasons we’re moving is that our current house is quite literally bursting at the seams with all of the stuff we’ve packed into it, and in the cellar that means that moving around in it is a business that requires careful deliberation and coordination, lest one knocks things off of shelves or the modelling desk.
Needless to say, I did knock something off the modelling desk, and only noticed it when I felt something crunch under my foot when I passed by it. It turned out to be the TTM figure. Sniff. Luckily, closer inspection has shown that there are only two areas where the paint job has been damaged — one on the edge of his cloak and one on his hat. Both should be fairly easy to touch up.
This brings me to an interesting point. I am fairly relaxed about all of this, and I’ve seen this extend to things like packing miniatures for transport as well. Back when I started in this hobby, I would have freaked out at this incident, but now I accept it as a fact of life with miniatures. Perhaps I’m getting mellow with age? Or is this a natural evolution?