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Red Facings and Turnbacks Finally Finished!

Here's where we stand now with the second squadron of (Germanic) horse grenadiers in cuirasses and bearskins.  That's not a warped base in the rear row, but rather a hardened dollop of super glue dripped onto the cutting mat ten or more years ago that causes the slight lean of one particular pair of cavalry figures and mounts.

Very quiet here in the Grand Duchy of Stollen during these last couple of weeks.  The usual encroachments of life into free, uninterrupted hobby time you understand.  

It's pointless cataloging the various impediments to painting since school began again a month ago.  There has to be an easier way, but, as yet, I have not figured it out.  As lamented any number of times here before, by the time The Young Master is tucked in at 8:30 in the evenings, I simply want to collapse into bed myself and not do anything but read or binge on the latest British or Australian TV series that the Grand Duchess and I watch via Netflix or Amazon. 

In any case, I have managed at last to get the 'red' distinctions finished on these 14 figures plus the usual retouching of the blues and white shoulder belts after the fact.  I think I'll tackle the white wigs and queues next with an undercoat of light tan followed by a sparing highlight of white on top of that before coming back to the white straps around and atop the valises at the back of the saddles.  

Still not feeling like the back of the current project has been broken yet, but we're getting there.  At some point, I'll need to pull up my socks, tighten my belt, and simply get on with attempting a dapple grey for the trumpeter.  This particular horse has been in its undercoat of medium-dark gray for quite a few weeks now without anything further being done to it.  It's high time to do something about that.

-- Stokes


Steve J. said…
I empathise with you on often not having the energy nor inclination to paint once all the family stuff is finished at the end of the day. We just have to be patient and wait for those times when the muse is upon us.
Big Andy said…
Sometimes painting figure after you have spent most of the day up to your armpits in the little lead gits can be a bit of a trial- which is probably one reason why I'm a slow painter but the other reason is because I'm a slow panter. It is nice to see units growing though

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