A pre-birthday lunch outing with Dad last Saturday at our favorite Ethiopian haunt. E arly in the morning, 17 years ago today (it seems like yesterday), yours truly held the Grand Duchess' hand in the operating room as the obstetrician helped the Young Master enter the world. One of the happiest days in my almost 60 years on the planet. Happy Birthday, Paul! -- 'Bad Dad' (aka Stokes)
B ack in the painting saddle again yesterday evening and this (Sunday) afternoon for some much needed time with the brushes after a very busy 10-day period. The predictable time spent evaluating collaborative student projects, during which I spent five or six days in bed with some kind of nasty bug that knocked me out. Yet the work had to get done. Not fun, but on the mend now. Amazing what a shower, shave, and putting on actual clothes instead of pajamas will do for one's outlook, eh? In any case, I am now about finished with applying the red (Vallejo Flat Red) to the first of four squadrons of the Warasdiner Grenz Hussars. Again, it's an inexact science. About two to four glazes, for want of a better term, to build up the red atop a maroon undercoat, which got a wash of Army Painter 'Red Wash,' ahead of the red itself. Must admit that I am pleased with the way the red areas are coming along at this point. Still lots to do everywhere els...