Or rather, oil pastel-ing.
I think this is my favourite medium. The colours are so rich and meaty.
I find it hard to get back into jewelry after an art show. It’s like I’m all jeweled out.
I did fairly well at the festival. I made a thousand dollars, which, with what I already have, brings me to fifteen hundred.
I think this time the money is going to the Water for India thing, and Syria again.
Although I’m going to check out the Indian charity a little more first. I don’t usually give to the smaller charities as they aren’t so well known.
I don’t know, sometimes I get disheartened. It all seems so little for so much, but I can’t worry about it too much otherwise my brain will explode.
And that might hurt a bit.
So, I will leave you with a picture of my son in his halloween costume.
If you see him, please take him directly to the nearest psych ward.
He needs all the help he can get.
And I’m not sure I like it.
Granted, I did it my way.
Thick wire, not thin.
But, it’s just not my thing.
I might make another or
I might not.
It needs a little more cleaning by the silver ball, and I did enjoy making it,
Just when I thought I was safe.
Just when I was going to buckle down and finish Hope’s quilt.
I had to go and watch this.
Well fortunately I’m just an evening quilter so once I get the back done and sandwiched I’ll be able to get back out to the jewelry studio.
Too much to do and not enough time.
Better get started …
The top is done eth …
And I included her (secret) name.
Because it’s always fun to find something hidden.
Especially if you’re five years old :)
And so today.
Make the back.
Sandwich the batting.
Find some thick orange thread.
And quilt away.
I finished sewing the flowers on the quilt last week, but then I just had to have a jewelry moment.
Also, a housecleaning moment!
Who knew that would happen. Have to take advantage of that when I can.
I changed my studio rooms around a couple of weeks ago, and am really enjoying not being so cramped.
Of course, I’ve still managed to fill every square inch of space.
I do try, every so often, to clean up a bit though.
I found some old clay pieces.
I particularly like this out of shape, cellulite-y, lumpy woman.
Makes me feel normal.
And I leave you today with
P.S. Off to tackle the quilt border this afternoon.