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How We Suffer for the Hobby. . .

Backtracking a bit here for the white clad Hessen-Darmstadt Leibgrenadiers at right, a frustrating exercise, but this is where we are as of 3:59pam Eastern Standard Time on Sunday afternoon.


Time spent this morning and mid-afternoon redoing the white gaiters and garters on the Hessen-Darmstadt half of my composite grenadier battalion (Argh!!!).  I've taken the opportunity to add the basic brown horse color for the mounted officer as well as the red (Khorne Red, Evil Sunz Scarlet, and very sparse pure Scarlet atop that)breeches, waistcoats, and saddle cloth for the officers plus the drummer's coat for the Kurkoeln Wildenstein drummer.  

And now, it's time to do something that actually helps pay the bills (and purchase life's essentials. . .  more brushes, paints, military history or wargaming hobby books, and soldiers).  No more putting it off.  No way.  No how.  I absolutely must see to some preparation for tomorrow's two classes before returning, hopefully, for an hour or so this evening.  Keep your fingers and toes crossed!

-- Stokes



 I managed to locate a larger version of this lovely Knoetel print online, which not only shows an enlisted man of Hessen-Darmstadt's Leibgrenadierekorps, but also an officer in the near background.  While text references are handy, nothing helps during the painting process like one or two good visual references.  To borrow a term from one Mr. Conrad Kinch, click on the illustration to "embiggen.".

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Matt said…
The mind does wander when painting block colours-I have been tempted to listen to an audio book to see if that can get me through the tunics, breeches and webbing stages. Not sure if I would find that too distracting though and defeat the object.

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