I actually feel guilty that I haven’t blogged, but life has been family issues and you don’t need to hear about it. The knee is better. That’s my good news.
I’ve been making and making and making. I have a new collage based on a scan of my grandmother’s wedding picture.
I painted the paper with watercolor and stencils. Then added the pinkish color with pastels. The definition is from an old dictionary we once received because we donated to the local PBS station. The lace is from my MIL’s sewing box. The flowers were waiting for me on the clearance shelf at Michaels, and the purple beads I sewed into their centers have been around here forever. I did spray a fixative on it when I finished.
I tried several things here and they all worked. Wish it were always that way.
This is my favorite mug. I start every day with coffee in this mug and I think about my girls. I broke it. I cried. I wrote an impassioned letter to both of them about someday replacing it. Meghan brought this back from Chile when she went to visit her sister.
I look forward to visiting the gallery where she found it when I go to Chile.
I’m still knitting the hat I’m designing for my pharmacist. It is the challenge I love, but I need to work on it more often.
My BFF Jennie gave me tickets to the Steelers-Panthers exhibition game last night. She knows I like to go and lust after Troy Palomalu even though he never plays in an exhibition game. Doesn’t matter.
He stands wonderfully.
During the interminable TV timeouts, I drew these. Beware—some strong opinions here.
Hope you are making something, too.