Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
The number of the red is Dimensions/Sunset Red 13019 which supposedly converts to DMC 304 or Anchor 19. I had both of those and they aren't even close. I think the problem is that this is a very old kit (1996) and either the color has faded or the colors were different back in the 90's. All the colors in the kit are more subdued than their contemporary counterparts. The colors today are more jewel toned than the dustier "country" colors of yore. My solution.....I bid on yet another kit on ebay. While I was waiting for that auction to end ebay sent me a message telling me there was a buy-it now kit for $14. The Mister convinced me I was stupid not to buy the sure thing so I did. Then the next day I won the auction for $6.99. So... now I'll have 4 of these kits. Running out of thread will NO longer be an option. Jeesh. The things you do.
Thanks for all the offers of help yesterday. You guys are the bestest!
Monday, June 27, 2016
Sunday, June 26, 2016
WSP, my go-to online soap source. The orange is Americana Citrus and the green is Australian Tea Tree. Both are lovely. I added some kaolin clay and activated charcoal to the white bases which are coconut milk for the orange and goat's milk for the green.
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Friday, June 24, 2016
The yearbook had little to offer for answers to the age old dilemma of what's it all about.
We faced the world we wanted to change without fear as long as we had a cigarette in our hand and a stash hidden where our parents couldn't find it-and I don't mean the kind of stash you're thinking of.
The world was changing but not fast enough for the trail blazers. You have to admire this girl's guts. Nothing was easy back then. There were barriers to be broken everywhere you looked. We had to have a sit-in just to be able to wear pants to school.
Dig those groovy go go boots. I had a pair.
This was one of my best friends but when we went out I had to pick him up and drop him off far from the eyes of anyone who would notice a white girl and a black boy together. We were just friends who shared a love of art but Daddio would have tanned my hide if he knew. It just wasn't done.
My first kiss. I was a very late bloomer. He says he wants to join the Hell's Angels in his yearbook quote. I see on Facebook he's retired from Amtrack. Tee hee... I got in my first (and last) fight ever at school defending him from a guy that took exception to his long hair. They sent me home for the day.
My last big highschool crush. He didn't know I was alive. I tore the pocket off his blazer and slept with it under my pillow. I probably still have it around here somewhere.
My one and only claim to highschool fame was that my Grandmother is also in the yearbook. Who else can say that? She was the Attendance Secretary. You know I couldn't get away with anything. I was in trouble all the time. Having Grandma right down the hall all day was no fun.
Our lunches certainly won't ever be the same again. I was making tons of soap for the one scheduled in July. She loved my soap. I had made some just for her. No, nothing will ever be the same.