Remember this guy? I'm pretty happy with how he came out. I gave my finisher free rein on fabric, cording, and feet with the only guidance being "not too fussy or blingy." I think she did an awesome job.
I love the copper ball feet and the suede -- I would never have thought of that tan suede on my own.
Mind you, I have a problem now-- exactly how am I going to safely transport this across the country? It's a personal failing I know, but I am never successful at bow fluffing. Oh well-- I'm a big girl; I guess I will just have to cowboy up on this one and work it out. If you see me on a plane clutching a box to my chest as if the Ark of the Covenant was in it, you'll understand.
And this little darling came back. I am embarrassed to admit I forgot I didn't already have this. LOL I would probably have forgotten all about it if left to my own devices. The red is Very Velvet, the white is Snow, the cording Patina. The finisher used raw silk for the sides and back and you can barely see the rhinestones she studded the sides with.
While I totally love how this came out I fear it is going to cause me a problem. You see I am pretty certain once my sister sees it in person she's going to want one too. I hope the finisher got extra rhinestones.
The arrival of these finishes got my brain kicked into gear thinking about packing for my Christmas adventures. This has caused another problem for me. You see, I am lately obsessed with reading-- totally and completely obsessed. Partly this is because I've run into some wonderful book series in the last few months, but it is also fueled by the fact that I'm within something like 900 pages of topping what Goodreads said was my total number of pages read last year. You know being that close just makes me itch for that extra page. LOL I know-- it is nuts. Why should I care how many pages I read. But I just can't help myself-- if Goodreads is going to give me that metric I feel compelled to look at it, and *thwap* I get hit in the face with a new compulsion. Possibly I need a 12-step program for reading obsessions... no wait, I like me as a compulsive reader! I'm pretty certain it is cheaper to be addicted to books than drugs.
Anyway, all that is to say that I started making a pile of books to pack. I knew I was in trouble when the pile looked like this:
With serious consideration I got it down to this:
Do I except the reading-to-pack pile to stay this circumspect? Nope. Sorry, I know me.
I leave you with a little urban, Christmas spirit-- I love it when a city glitters!
I will say the laugh of the district is why does the fountain say "10880" when that is not the address. Sure it is actually a "decorative" pile of tree ornies, but why make them look like a street address? Possibly it's God's way of giving me something to chuckle about?