I case I was unclear before, this is what happened when I tried to switch adhesives. Not only was it rippling and curling at the edges, it was also very stiff.
(Not something I'd usually complain about, but there you have it.)
Anyway, behold what happened after I switched back to latex glue this morning.
(That's the purple piece you should be looking at, obviously.)

(I wonder if it is even grammatically correct to use a full stop (period, ick) inside brackets? Must look that up.)

You know when you figure something out, and you're all excited to throw caution to the wind and disappear underground for a week and then emerge, triumphant, with a fistful of something fabulous and a sweaty brow? No? Then you need to get out more. Or... less.
Anyway, that was me, and then I got over confident, changed a component and everything ground to a halt. Yeah, I bought a vat of adhesive without latex in it, due to my delicate friend's allergy situation, and guess what, it doesn't work.
Maybe it's great if you slap it all over real skin, but Pieface's haircut grew back in, and my skin is much too expensive now to run around gluing bits together. So, until my new vat of death, ahem, sorry Joy, latex arrives, I am unceremoniously slapped back to reality. The reality where I don't spend hours, tight lipped and swearing over little scraps of faux leather.
So, to bridge that gap, here's what I was doing before my (glue based) world fell apart, also proof that I have too many fake animal hydes, a picture of my painstakingly organised hardware and Shadow, who doesn't get as much airtime as the other two because he's not as silly looking, but I promise you, he's just as cute.