DH was enlisted to help me. Much joking about kinkiness ensued. Wearing a garbage bag isn't the nicest thing to do. It gets very hot! Just after this photo I ran out of duct tape, so DH had to go on a mercy dash to get some more.
He did offer to drive me in my semi-naked-duct-tape-suit but I could barely walk. Actually, I couldn't even bend to sit. Just as well no call of nature was required while he was out. I lay on the bed like some zombie with rigor mortis to await his return.
Once the duct tape supply was replenished, I somehow got myself upright again and the wrapping continued. Until finally, the Robo-me version emerged. DH decided to use a colour over his flash to make me glow. I think I look like something from a 60s sci-fi movie!
Here she is, stuffed as hard as I could get it with plastic bags. There are heaps inside there. I don't want to think about how many! But better inside Robo-me than released into the environment.
What to call her? Any suggestions?!