Progress Report.... part 1

Today I spent some quality time working on the portrait of Mr. French and I do believe that I've made some headway! Hooray! 

I may have jumped the gun by telling a certain someone that this thing would be done by the end of the weekend (oops).  I often forget that oil paint takes several days to dry and then there's the fact that I'm not quite finished yet.  Oh the joys of wishful thinking.  Luckily, that certain someone is quite understanding and hopefully won't mind waiting on Mr. French for a few more days. 

More to come!

Mud and Drywall

I'm currently in Canton, New York, helping a good friend finish the top floor of his bed and breakfast, 24 East Main.  It has been so invigorating to put down the knitting needles and pick up a broad knife and a spackle tray.  There is also something to be said for a full day of physical labor; I've been sleeping and eating like a champion.  More on the progress of the B&B later, but for now, I think it's supper time.

'Tis the Season to Be Curling...

... and skating and bobsledding and luge-ing.  The winter games have officially begun and I, for one, am absolutely thrilled!

Call me crazy, but I do believe that the Winter Games are ever so much more romantic than their summer counterpart.  I mean come on... biathlon anyone?

It's true, seeing those swimmers swim and those sprinters sprint is pretty darn exciting, but track and field events look pretty tired compared to the glistening snow and the shiny skiis, skates, helmets and sleds.

I'm also a sucker for those fabulously sparkling figure skating outfits.  Holy Tanya Harding-err Nancy Kerrigan I want a closet full of those things!  

And did I mention that as a spectator, curling up in a knit-blanket to watch the games is much more enticing when it's -10° outside?

Whether you prefer the summer games or the winter games, here are some tasty winter treasures that have the potential to bring out everyone's inner Olympian... even if we never make it off the couch.  So I urge you, fellow spectators, to feel the rhythm, feel the rhyme, get on up, it's bobsled time!