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Friday, December 14, 2007
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Hope...painting almost done!
Thanksgiving weekend crept up on us about a week earlier than we thought it would be here....and we made no plans! Thank goodness we were saved from turkey abstinence by a last minute invitation to our pastor's home. And then the rest of the weekend was a fabulously unscheduled vacation for us.
I spent three solid days painting. I took pictures when I thought of it, which was pretty much when ever I took a break. I am almost done now...I think. Here's where it started and you can see that by the end of the weekend it was very different.
October 21st
Friday 2:10 pm re-doing the sky
Friday 4:23pm re-doing the sky again
Friday 5:18pm leaves!
Friday 7:0opm one tree becomes two
Friday 7:30pm second tree gets branches
Friday 8:00 leaf detail
Friday 8:00pm texture on pine trees (soon to be regretted)
Saturday 5:59pm pine tree on left taken out...involving lots of sanding and more texture to cover up where it used to be and re-doing sky.
Sunday 4:43pm "oh, it's going to be a birch tree!"
Sunday 7:14 no more log, textured leaves, change path, pine trees change color to balance the birch tree...and a myriad of branches...
There's still some things that are bugging me..and I will fix them soon, but there she is as of today!
I spent three solid days painting. I took pictures when I thought of it, which was pretty much when ever I took a break. I am almost done now...I think. Here's where it started and you can see that by the end of the weekend it was very different.
October 21st
Friday 2:10 pm re-doing the sky
Friday 4:23pm re-doing the sky again
Friday 5:18pm leaves!
Friday 7:0opm one tree becomes two
Friday 7:30pm second tree gets branches
Friday 8:00 leaf detail
Friday 8:00pm texture on pine trees (soon to be regretted)
Saturday 5:59pm pine tree on left taken out...involving lots of sanding and more texture to cover up where it used to be and re-doing sky.
Sunday 4:43pm "oh, it's going to be a birch tree!"
Sunday 7:14 no more log, textured leaves, change path, pine trees change color to balance the birch tree...and a myriad of branches...
There's still some things that are bugging me..and I will fix them soon, but there she is as of today!
dish washing extravaganza
I have been noticing these last few weeks that I have been avoiding my blog because there wasn't any thing exciting enough to write about....Silly-ness! From now on, I plan to write at least one blog a month about the very mundane things of life! Here is your first installment.
DISHES
When my Dad did dishes in our home, growing up, Mom always left the kitchen. This was because her blood pressure rose at the sight of his precariously leaning towers of plates and bowls, saucers and coffee mugs. He believed his efficiency grew out of his system of piza tower-like organization. And as far as I can recall, he was completely successful.
We children were also banned from the kitchen when Dad did the dishes. This came after a series of personal dish-washing disasters, which involved the largest serving bowl and an especially cacophonous fall of dessert plates from a great height. I think my Mom hoped that this would nip our attempts at imitating his impossible feats in the bud. Unfortunately, it is in our blood, and my brothers and I have all been working at perfecting our skills ever since.
I got lots of practice last weekend--and even if I have inherited the trait honestly, I must admit that I was especially proud of the sheer number of dishes I fit into our drain rack. (Jonathan calls these creations of mine 'little dish bombs waiting to explode', since something always falls when he tries to put the dishes away!)
And, now you have pictorial evidence of what happens to our kitchen when we go a whole week without hand-washing our dishes. I'm sure we have set a record!
DISHES
When my Dad did dishes in our home, growing up, Mom always left the kitchen. This was because her blood pressure rose at the sight of his precariously leaning towers of plates and bowls, saucers and coffee mugs. He believed his efficiency grew out of his system of piza tower-like organization. And as far as I can recall, he was completely successful.
We children were also banned from the kitchen when Dad did the dishes. This came after a series of personal dish-washing disasters, which involved the largest serving bowl and an especially cacophonous fall of dessert plates from a great height. I think my Mom hoped that this would nip our attempts at imitating his impossible feats in the bud. Unfortunately, it is in our blood, and my brothers and I have all been working at perfecting our skills ever since.
I got lots of practice last weekend--and even if I have inherited the trait honestly, I must admit that I was especially proud of the sheer number of dishes I fit into our drain rack. (Jonathan calls these creations of mine 'little dish bombs waiting to explode', since something always falls when he tries to put the dishes away!)
And, now you have pictorial evidence of what happens to our kitchen when we go a whole week without hand-washing our dishes. I'm sure we have set a record!
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