The happy chair is almost finished. It has been fun and I have learned a great deal from the experience ... things that work ... and things that don't ... how brushes, pens and paint behave ... the difficulties of working on rounded surfaces ... and on and on ...
I will do the piece of blue above the dancing starfish last ... it will be difficult because the seat is in the way ... and I have a couple of other small chalked in drawings to paint ... and then I will polyurethane the whole chair a couple of times to protect it from the inevitable bumps and scrapes it will endure.
I am anxious to get at the desk which is next. I am looking forward to working with flat surfaces again.
My hermitage is demanding more time than I have been giving it what with tax time and a flu bug (no, not piggy flu) and the after effects of having three dogs in the house all week. My floors are coated in gritty sand, clouds of shed hair float everywhere, and I have just finished the second full load of dog bedding and towels. All my rugs are outside getting fresh air before I vacuum them.
And all the messes that need work are showing up since the spring thaw. One of the mastodons melted and fell onto the the side of the road yesterday and frightened Kenya half to death. She must still think they are prehistoric creatures even though the frozen waterfalls have been there all winter.
The garbage and recycling trucks still cannot navigate my road and I can't get the road repaired for another month. The remains of the old cottage look like a scar on the landscape which needs to be covered in gravel first and then topsoiled so that I can start to create a garden down by the water ... but again nothing can happen until the road is fixed.