Showing posts with label dishes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dishes. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Wisteria - EDM #26 - Draw Anything You Like

Journaling:

Poppy wanted some wisteria clippings to plant in his yard. I thought he was crazy. That stuff is invasive like kudzu.

Oh well, it's his yard.

These are his clippings rooting in a vase.

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Process notes:
I picked this little scene to draw because of all the reflective surfaces. Once upon a time I would have shied away from something so challenging, but lately I seem to seek out tough draws just to see what I can make of them. Willingness to suck, that's what it is. I like it.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thanksgiving Day at the Farm

Journaling:

Lots of good food and family. Lots to be thankful for. Started the day with pie...ended the day with pie. 5 pies - 10 people - do the math. I'm very thankful for pie.

We came for the pie, we ate the pie, and, thankfully, we did NOT take pie home.

Between supper and seconds the men disappeared throughout the house to take a nap. As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, the women gathered in the living room to talk about the men.



Sissy was snuggled in an afghan fighting the Nap Monster. I fetched my sketchbook thinking I would have an oblivious sketch target in a few minutes. Everybody laughed when they realized what I was doing and woke her up, dangit.

She wouldn't let me sketch her whole lovely self, so I had to settle for her legs and her itty bitty feetsies.

Yep, Size 6 is itty bitty. I wear Size 9. There's no fear of me tipping over.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

A Death in the Family

Mammaw Speck began calling the extended family and I looked up the names and numbers of folks to be notified. Then, feeling about as useful as the hind tit on a boar hog, I starting drawing.

Once all the phone calls were finished Mammaw Speck started cooking. Here in the South we are hardwired to cook when somebody dies. It's a biological imperative.

Usually the funeral cooking gets delivered to the family. Since we *were* the family, we ate the pie. All of it.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Nana's Kitchen


Some of the doo-dads on Nana's kitchen counter. All the light reflections on the pottery caught my eye.

I like the way this one turned out.