I'm supposed to be getting ready for the Fair next week, good thing I had a shit load of earrings and a stack of cards already made! The sun makes me do stuff like scrape and paint and caulk and rake and weed and plant and (according to my bff neighbor) sit around and read all day.
A fine example of what I've been doing, see the board under the door that her highness is stepping over? There's a second one at the top of the door. These cover the huge gaps left by the rocket surgeon that did the remodel and just didn't see fit to actually finish the job! I'm finding more and more stuff like this, places where rain can get in and cause rot and damage. WTF? Dad would have yelled so loud about how I reached the top of the door to screw and glue that board! Step ladder on the left...2 legs on the top stair, two legs on blocks of wood on the bottom stair. Can ashes roll over in their 'grave'?
A wee painting, 2.5 inches square, I'll sell at the Fair along with some earrings and lino cut cards.
