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Ok, Time to Stop Tinkering. . .


Here's a shot of the nearly finished composite regiment of cuirassiers in bearskins (RSM95 French cuirassiers in bearskins) although mine are based on Wurttemberg's Leib Grenadiere zu Pferd and another regiment of Germans in the French service.



Ok, time to quit tinkering and get 'em glossed for better or worse.  Except for a gray highlight on one of the black bearskins, they're done darn it!  Now, let's start thinking.  What might I do next with all of my copious spare time?

-- Stokes.



And here is closer in shot that, hopefully, enable you to see the finished carbines in somewhat better detail.  Besides the obvious Winsor&Newton silver and brass (a mix of gold and silver), the wooden stocks were painted using dark brown Rhinox Hide and highlighted with Doombull Brown

Comments

Corporal_Trim said…
Beautifully painted ! RSM ? They have really stood the test of time then.
Graham C said…
Stokes,
And very nice they look. Having said that no harm in tinkering it's what we gamers do best!
All the best for 2019 may your productivity soar and your tinkering never cease.
Graham
Phil said…
Beautiful cavalry!
Congratulations Stokes completed at last.The one advantage of living in the US is the easy access to the RSM range without the added costs of postal charges.
tradgardmastare said…
Let’s see them in action thundering across the tabletop into action...
Alan
Stryker said…
Great work, can't wait to see them glossed up!
Wellington Man said…
I suspect you've been putting them off for fear of what might come next, Stokes. I do this all the time!

Perhaps a general or two or restful little gun battery should follow?

Best regards
WM
Anonymous said…
Up to your usual high standard Stokes. Very nice indeed.
Best regards,
Simon

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