Day 11 of Art Every Day Month as well as Paint Party Friday and I haven't quite exhausted tea yet... personally about the only thing keeping me upright and vaguely coherent at the moment is copious quantities of tea ... so it is somewhat appropriate that tea is the start of my show today.
Mushu and Phantom however are not stars of any show today as my darling fur baby graduated from covering me in snot, to throwing up on my foot... yes dog vomit has made an appearance in this blog... just what we were all missing and just what we needed in our day. No clue what he ate, or whether his hayfever just got so extreme he tipped over the edge but I had a delightful few hours this morning alternating between cleaning up vomit and trying to administer the magic pink stuff that stops him throwing up. This requires lying on the floor next to him and chatting until he is lulled into a sense of calm and yawns, and then pouncing with a syringe full of the stuff and squeezing it down his throat while quickly turning my head so I don't get hit by the bits he tries to flick it out...about 60 % makes it down the rest you end up wearing in some form.
He has now fully recovered, as only small children and dogs can do, but no matter how many times I have washed that foot I still believe the ghost of vomit is lingering on it... delightful .
Onto better things... thanks to all of you for weighing in on how to finish of the tea pots... it was pretty evenly split into two camps, with two lone voices liking them left plain... turns out they were probably rgiht and the background kind of sucks now.... tried it nice crisp greens and was too bright, so tried knocking it back with gouache... too dull... added in a bit more colour... just mushy now... may need to just put them aside for now and see if I can turn them into something down the track... Lori and Phantom said I should leave them... and turns out they were right... made the mistake of acknowledging that to Phantom who is now being painful about should have listened... yada yada... nothing in this world worse than a fiteen year old who now knows they are right... hang on maybe there is... dog vomit on your foot ... that is worse!!!