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Painstaking Painting Progress. . .

Just a quick note for now. I spent slightly less than two hour last night painting in the yellow sleeve lace on the grenadiers and the yellow lace on the drummer’s swallows nests. Plus the white, frilly shirt cuffs showing at everyone’s wrists. Will post a photo late this evening after I paint in the yellow lace on the coat collars. Tonight, I will also focus on painting some more of those numerous finishing details and also do some touching up here and there with GW’s ‘Chaos Black’ -- some of the cartridge pouches aren't quite as leathery looking as I'd like. Until tonight then. . .

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Der Alte Fritz said…
A painting tip for drum cords: paint them black and then paint tiny diagonal "hash marks" over the black so that it looks like rope. It's a very effective method:

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Imagine the above white hashes painted over the black.

I really like the way your RSM grenadiers are turning out. They remind me of the Electoral Guard in Charge.
Aha! Yes, Alte, you are correct. They are, in fact, my take on Brigadier Young's Erbprinz Regiment, of Charge! fame -- Except that I call them the 'Leib (Grand Duchess Sonja's Own)Grenadiers'. I'll try the drum cord tip you mention. Thanks!

Best Regards,

Stokes Schwartz

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