I have it, this love of color. Always have, always will.
At the tender age of nine I discovered cross-stitching, and when my mother would take me to the fabric store I would moon over the tiny skeins of stitching thread,
wanting to take home a rainbow of them .
Barely content with the indulgent amount she would let me buy,
I would shut myself in my bedroom with my bounty and arrange them by colors:
Now that I work with water-based acrylic paints, it's so much easier and infinitely more satisfying to make that rainbow from a few simple bottles of paint
Today I played around with increasing the water content of my paints and discovered
a richness of tone that seems counterintuitive:
more water, more richness?
I am working on the clutch from a few weeks back, which has been
claimed by a lovely lass here in California:
I cannot wait to see how it looks lined and bejeweled!
Also on the agenda is the search for perfect
this year it will be just Anthony and I hosting his sister, Beth.
I know we'll make sugar cookies
and I think I might need to bake some homemade whoopie pies
as it feels quite like tradition
there needs to be a cake in there somewhere,
and this cookbook will likely hold the key
but I have to ask your opinion on this gorgeous matter:
Hot Milk (love that name!)
Head scratchers have never been so delicious!