Linen Bodice Progress
This is getting exciting! I love this part - putting it on the dress form and doing the upper body shaping. I can't wait to wear this thing! Can you see the faux-boning in the lower bodice ?????

...but one can not hook all day (that's illegal...t.i.c.).(tongue.in.cheek.) I definitely don't make my living designing garments. Its still raining here in NW Florida (we need it), so I'm going to have to be stuck in the studio painting all day.

I started a small plein aire Tuesday while waiting in my daughter's school parking lot on her(the oaks on the grounds are beautiful). So there I was, sitting in the back of my Sante Fe with the hatch open...painting in all the shapes and shadows, when along comes a cloud....that's okay, we can still change the shadows, no biggie....then more clouds....then strong breeze....still not deterred...I'll just take the easel down (the wind kept blowing it over) and pull the canvas in with me here under the shelter of the hatch...its cramped, but I'm working....okay, paint more shadows.....now comes the rain, but, we're inside the car now....then the wind, and the heavy rain....God? Are you laughing at me or with me? So I close the hatch and continue painting in the dry inside - nothing can stop a true artist at work.

Then it stops raining....and its beautiful outside. The sun is filtering through the sparkling trees heavy with droplets of rain. This I will paint! Except..........did you know that one cannot open the hatch of a Santa Fe from the inside of the car? And to make matters worse, I can't climb over the seats to the door because there is a large painting in the backseat sitting up and I will damage it if I try to get past it. So I sit there. Still painting....but its getting kinda warm..and humid and its quite difficult to paint.

THEN I SEE MY DAUGHTER - Darling daughter - emerge from the school! I'm saved! She strolls toward the car, rifle in hand (she's on colorguard). Looks at the car and doesn't see me in my usual front seat knitting position, so she walks away....far away....far far away....twirling her rifle as she goes to practice on the other side of the parking lot.

and there I sat...in the back of the car.

She did come back; still didn't see me. I yelled her name. The look of bewilderment on her face made me realize that my daughter might be minus a few brain cells....of course, this assessment comes by the woman who locked herself in the back of the car. After the Rain