My Crafts and Cocktails group loves to play with different crafts together. One member of the group recently broke her right thumb and is in a cast. In a nod to Karen’s dilemma, we decided to each bring an inspiration photo of flowers in a vase and replicate it in acrylics using only our non-dominant hand. I had a few slips, resorting back to my dominant hand, but the effort loosened me up and made me laugh. Here’s mine — inspiration photo and replication.
I’m co-opting this idea from my BFF, who made this card to accompany a baby shower gift. As you can likely infer, both the giver and receiver are tennis players, and this easy strategy makes a perfect gift tag for a baby-to-be.Read the rest of this entry
Because Dan the Man is a pastry chef, we have several cute chefs decorating our kitchen. We had two chef pictures hanging on the wall by the dining room, and DTM asked me to replace them with something that I made. (Quite a compliment!) I’m afraid I can’t say these are 100% original. Since I’m a crappy draw-er, I used the lightbox in the studio to trace (using a Micron permanent pen) the outlines of the spoons and rolling pin from images I found on the Internet. I then used water colors to paint the images.
As you an see from the pictures below, they don’t lack some skill if you look too closely. But they look good on the wall, and that’s what counts, right?!
Several months ago, I blogged about my every-once-in-a-while art lesson with my BFF (Art Lessons | crapsmanship). We gather up a still life and then draw and paint from our own vantage points. BFF and I have done a few more. Strangely enough, no museum has come to call!
I know you’ve been waiting on pins and needles for the third installment of my Paint and Pass pictures (wink, wink). Last week, though, I was busy with my eight-year-old granddaughter, who hadn’t stayed with us for a year due to COVID. I skipped a week of blogging to play with Lulu, but I’m back again full steam.Read the rest of this entry
Last week, I blogged about a routine I now call “Paint and Pass.” In the studio, two friends and I painted on our own for ten minutes, and then we passed the painting to another for continued work. We kept passing and passing, changing each painting in both little and big ways. Here are photos showing how BFF’s painting changed over time.
A while ago, two friends and I met in the studio to create, but none of us had an agenda for the day. We decided to each get some acrylic paints and a piece of mixed media paper and work for ten minutes on any design that struck our fancy. After ten minutes, we rotated the papers to work on someone else’s. We continued this routine until we’d each had six or so turns of the rotation. This week and the next two, I’ll share with you the process pictures. I know I missed several of the iterations of this pic, but here is Martha’s.
We’ve been in the midst of the polar vortex here in north Louisiana, with similar problems to what has been widespread across Texas. We haven’t lost heat or electricity, and though we have to boil our water for drinking, we still are able to bathe and wash up. Our garage freeze/fridge froze, and we’ve had to discard a bunch of meat and eggs. Since we’ve been iced in for a week, we’re down to very creative meals using what we can scrounge from the inside fridge and pantry.
We feel lucky to have come out of this weather event with minimal impact on our personal lives, but it was disappointing that I couldn’t give Dan the Man his favorite meal for his birthday last Friday. Instead, I improvised. With a baguette, frozen crawfish, and bits and pieces from the pantry, I made some surprisingly delicious crawfish crostini. Using only puff pastry and some ages-old pistachio paste, I made a braided pastry as a substitute for birthday cake. I was feeling creative and proud of my make-do skills.
At least until the crapsmanship happened! We had heavy cream, so I decided a dollop of whipped cream would be lovely and festive on top of the pistachio pastry. I got out the hand mixer, got the blades whirring in the cream, and slowly added spoonful of powdered sugar. I tasted as I whirred, and couldn’t get it to sweeten up. When the whole mixture seized into a gloppy, stiff mix, I looked at the container of powdered sugar. It read, “Bread Flour.” Damn! Into the trash it went, and my cooking pride took a nosedive. Oh, well. If that’s the worst that’s happened to us during this week of crazy weather, we’ll take it!
Happy Valentine’s Day! Enjoy it with those you love. I plan to!!!