The past couple of days I’ve been working on little boxes for presents. I finished them last night and am pretty happy with how they came out. This is the second go, I put them together and hated the watercolors I did for the fronts, so I redid them. I’m happy I did.
Another small watercolor….
and a small, silly alphabet. Most letters are about 1/4 inch or less.
I made three more little watercolors.
Yes, that’s what I’m drinking. And I’m just now starting to feel human. I am tired of snow, and of shoveling. My back hurts, and I’m sleeping. A lot. Yesterday, when all I could think is how much I hate snow and how much I hate being a “landlady”, I told Mark that I loved him, but I don’t know how I got here. He smiled pathetically, and pointed at the back door. Thanks. Yeah, that’s how I got here.
I bought a pineapple the other day, and Mark told me I should cut it up, it’s ripe. Silly Mark, thinking I bought a pineapple to eat. I did cut it up, but not before I did a few studies.
Pineapple study I
Pineapple study II
Pineapple study III
Many years ago, when I was working for my sister Jane, a coworker gave me a pineapple for Christmas because I’m a vegetarian. I loved it, and drew it many times before eating it. I do try to pick one up occasionally and draw, they are so intricate and interesting, a grid set on it’s side, I do love them. And they taste good.
Yes, the gin and tonic is working. I feel much better. I hope this entry makes sense.
Three more small watercolors, I think I’m starting to get bored with the knots and will go back to the mandalas/prayer circles, like I did in the November 8th post.
Well, the quilt I started with spackling paste all over it isn’t speaking to me yet, so I did some more watercolors last night.
Today is Halloween, and also my anniversary. It started with the sewer backing up, not a lot of fun. But soon I’m going out for a nice dinner with Mark, and things are getting better.
It’s time for me to write some thank you notes, and as usual I wrote them on postcards I made myself. The first two are thank you’s for Halloween parties, and the last is to let my friend in NYC know that columbine is a pretty flower, and doesn’t really just mean students shooting up a school.