Have been hard at work lately on the first 12 of 30 stollenian dragoons -- red coats, white wigs, and green bases -- so not much else postworthy happening here. I'll have some digtal, macro photos of my work right here in the next day or two. It's nice to have the ability to take and post some really good quality pictures at last!
In the meanitme, I've got good reading to enjoy when I turn in for the evening. Thanks to an Amazon.com Christmas gift certificate from my soon-to-be 90 year old grandmother, I'm enjoying modestly priced copies of two wargaimng classics: Tony Bath's (1973) Setting up a Wargames Campaign and Donald Featherstone's War Games (1962). Both books are fascinating and provide a whole bunch of neat ideas for adding detail and flavor to what happens on the table. Can't wait to get enough miniatures painted, so I can try out some of Bath's and Featherstone's methods. Great stuff!
A third, equally reasonably priced "Old School" work, Featherstone's Handbook for Model Soldier Collectors (1969) is on its way. Awaiting the arrival of new books is almost as much fun as waiting for an order of soldiers to arrive.
On the "New School" front, Digby Smith's An Illustrated Encyclopedia of Uniforms of the Napoleonic Wars (2006) just arrived last week. So, I have lots of stuff to keep my busy on my bedside table. And more dragoon painting this evening. Life is good!
And finally, let's end on a semi-humorous note. Two nights ago, Sonja and I turned in, and we were both were reading in bed as we often do. I was intently studying the bibliography in Featherstone's War Games. At just that moment, Sonja turned and peeked over to see what it was precisely that so occupied my attention. She read a few of the listed titles outloud, paused, and then under her breath stated, "My God, I really did marry a geek!" I ask you, is this a fair and just assessment for a spouse to make, let alone voice?
I comfort myself with the knowledge that at least I can entertain myself without any difficulty. And Sonja will always know where I am if she can't find me. . . in "The Purple Room" (spare bedroom) where my office and painting/radio table are set up. Wives -- sigh.