Tolentreasures

Last  night was my last charcoal class. Although it was only four weeks, I learned so much. Joining the local art association has been great. It has made me aware of so many new avenues. And.. Doesn't that one pencil look crooked?  I just noticed that. Oh well, it's not as if I had a ruler. Gives credit to that statement, "I can't even draw a straight line." Next class, starts Monday. Not exactly a class, it is open studio nights in April. Still lifes. Can't wait! And Paint. I cleaned these shelves the other night. Yes. This. Is. Clean. For me, anyway. Recently, I became a Helping Artist for Decoart. They are very generous with products for you to try. My head is spinning with possibilities for projects. If only I didn't have to go to work... 

Where are the weeks going? Spring must be here. Time starts spinning out of control The winter break must be over. I had a deadline to meet, more on that for another time. I made it, but I seriously underestimated the work required to meet it. Enough of that though. This material behind these flowers just shouted at to me as I slid through a quilt store a few weeks ago. I used sealer to adhere it to the painted surface and then painted on top of it. It still needs varnished.  That should smooth out the surface. A few gingers that have been waiting for attention since last fall. And more owls. A couple of more paintings. And some more sketches from my charcoal class. I only have one more class. I am going to miss them!

Disclaimer: Do not try this at home. Sunday night, JWS and I went to the neighbors' house to watch the boys. For those of you that don't know, about two weeks ago, my step-daughter and son-in-law moved in next door with two of the cutest little boys in the world. and Bernie the dog. The house that we bought last fall, was finally ready to move in to.  At some point I will blog that process, but not today. I sit down on the floor and Logan plops into my lap. (Don't you just love that?) Well, immediately this horrible chemical smell hits me. "Logan, what in the world do you have in your hair?" He gets embarrassed and now everyone is smelling his hair and he snuggles closer to get away from them. EWWWW! HE STINKS!!! After Mom and Dad leave and Tyler quits sniffing, I quietly tell him, "Logan, please show me what you put in your hair, Grandma is not going to yell, I just want to know." He takes my hand, leads me to the hall closet, stoops down, reaches...