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A Bit More Cuirassier Progress. . .


Between the usual mid-semester stuff and the final few weeks of The Grand Duchess' pregnancy, things have slowed considerably on all fronts here at Stollen HQ, but I've still managed to fit in an hour of painting here and there. Here are a couple of photos, illustrating where we stand with the first squadron of Austrian/Stollenian cuirassiers after last night.

You'll note that all red on the facings, turnbacks, and saddlecloths is done. The carbine stocks, barrels, and firelocks/trigger guards are also finished and the sword blades too. Next up, I'll do the yellow/gold saddlecloth lace and probably also do the one visible brass/gilt shoulder thingies on the cuirasses too. Progress has also been slowed a bit since the figures keep popping off the plastic milk jug lids I am using as temporary painting bases, and I have to keep regluing them. Grumble, grumble, grumble. . .



Comments

Bluebear Jeff said…
Remember to give the Grand Duchess frequent back rubs . . . they help.


-- Jeff
Stryker said…
Those plastic milk carton lids look a bit thin and flexible. I use the smaller but deeper ones from coke bottles etc however this may be a reflection on the healthy aspect of our respective life-styles!

Ian
Capt Bill said…
You are inspiring me to finish my three RSM cuirassier regts....
old-tidders said…
Those cuirassiers are coming along nicely

I enjoyed the joke in the previous post (the old ones are the best!)

-- Allan
Martin said…
So Stokes...when you've painted umpteen of the same figures and it looks like there are a boatload more to be done, do you find yourself twitchng and laughing in an uncontrollable manner, saying things like, "Cuirassier and Cuirassier?!" Har, har, har.

Have you got the hospital overnight crash bag for the Grand Duchess packed and ready to go?
(Diabolical, criminally insane laughter)-- Actually, the Grand Duchess is packing just such a bag this evening after supper. I was sent to the market with a list of peculiar snack foods to purchase for inclusion in this bag earlier this afternoon, so Sonja will have goodies, of one sort or another, at the hospital once we are there.

Best Regards,

Stokes

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