Remembering
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
by Laurence Binyon
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
by Laurence Binyon
Having a husband does have it's benefits (well on more than one occasion… giggle. grin. smirk.) Today he was the driving force in getting me to finish and deliver 6 paintings to Canvas Gallery. One of the Gallery owners came by in December to choose some nearly finished pieces, and had it not been for DH, I would have waited until next week to get them there. Talk about procrastination. DH simply said "get it done and finished, you'll feel better about it being weekend!" Now there is the boss I was speaking about the other day.
So, the plan is that I show up at the studio, work or five to six hours on my paintings. Right? I think that is what has been established in my brain. Well, some of that does happen:
The beginning.. just starting it, to be finished at home tonight…
That wasn't me that did that…
Pretty tiny.. I did change the pattern a bit, in that I didn't do the increases for the acorn cap, as the wool is so much thicker than the gold, hence also the decreases in the cap are different. I didn't write the changes down, but I will be able to reproduce them, thanks to mother earth never making the exact thing twice.
I will make another one, where I will use the gold doubled, as I don't like how the stuffing can be seen in the nut. I will also use some needle felting to tighten the whole thing up a bit. It's a tad to soft for my taste. But I think, a worthwhile start.
That is the number of blogs I managed to write since I started the blog last year, or about a year ago. So almost one blog post per week. A slice of Mom-in-laws fruitcake is being devoured to celebrate! Yep, at our house we love mom's fruit cake….