My computer had a few issues over the weekend so, though I've been busy, I haven't been able to blog at you.
Techie told the computer just how the cow eats the cabbage yesterday, so now we're one big happy family again.
Sure do love having a home-grown Techie on my side.
One of the things I was working on while they decided who was boss, is a piece I'm trying to finish for my 'gallery wall' (aka my entryway).
I'm playing around with different papers trying to get a feel for the colors of the actual mats and frame.
Only the coins in this photo will actually be in the finished piece.
They are all coins I found on the street during fitness runs.
(Okay. Slow jogs.)
I'm trying to decide how to mount, mat, and frame them.
Some of them are quite defaced.
Some of them are actually cut, and many of them are marred beyond recognition.
But all of them are either pennies or dimes.
So I'm titling this piece:
"Rescued Money - Keeping Frank and Abe Off The Streets"
Do you like it?
And where should I put the title?
Another thing I worked on over the weekend was planting flower seeds in flats in the sunroom.
I haven't taken any pictures yet, because they would be pictures of large box-tops full of dirt, which I didn't think would be very pretty.
But now that I've said that to you, I think I will snap some photos tomorrow... and once a week, from now on.
It might be fun to see how many large box-tops full of dirt actually morph into something more exciting.
Something like Sweet Peas, Nasturtiums, Bachelor's Buttons, Marigolds, Impatiens, Cosmos, or Alyssum.
Yeah.
Something(s) just like that.
Today I snapped some shots of a historical moment: Naomi's first Grandshoot eating his first PBJ sandwich.
He liked it very much.
Before lunch, Naomi and I had followed Little Man up the stairs and let him explore the temporarily-abandoned studio.
It made me remember something important.
The other day when I drew this sketch...
...so I could make this pattern for the "chocolate bunnies"...
...I realized it had been way too long since I'd done any sketching.
It felt so good to have that pencil in my hand.
And to make something appear on that blank paper.
It made me miss my sketchbooks.
That's what I remembered when we were up in the 'real' studio today.
So I dug out one of my sketchbooks and brought it down into the real world.
And while we sat singing Little Man to sleep (and believe me, you'd go to sleep, too, if it meant you wouldn't hear Naomi singing anymore), I sketched a little bit of my own self and surroundings.
I love me some Converse All-Stars.
Oh, yes I do.
And I love me some pencils and paper.
Why do I ever stop drawing?
I've hardly drawn a thing since I finished these drawings of the Shoots' eyes.
I'm not happy about that.
Today I am committing to "putting pencil to paper" every day in March.
Even if it's only to do the quickest little sketch ever.
You all hold me accountable, okay?
Because...well...
I can be a little sketchy about follow-through.