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Back in the Painting Saddle. . .

No photos yet, but I've been hard at work the last few evenings, applying white to those final twenty or so fusiliers that comprise the fourth company of the 80-figure 7th (Von Flickenhoffer's) Fusiliers. A few 90 minute sessions have worked wonders, and the figures are beginning to look like something other than a bunch of little guys in dirty tan, 18th century-style jumpsuits. Tonight, it's on to the breeches and then the coats. Mid-blue cuffs will follow tomorrow night, and then it's back to the browns -- hair and musket stocks. Now, if this darn swimmer's ear would simply clear itself up! You know there ought to be a law when you spend all morning at the doctor's office and he finally tells you to buy the same over-the-counter peroxide-based treatment that you were using in the first place. Grumble, grumble, grumble. . .

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Der Alte Fritz said…
Why not travel up to Brown Deer on saturday Aug. 1st for our Minden refight. You could hook up with Randy in DeKalb and he could take you the rest of the way. Tis a fine way to cure Swimmers Ear.

Fritz
6:21 PM
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