Snow days


Virginia doesn't have a lot of these, when we do, my kids celebrate. No, they don't go out and play in it anymore, but they do enjoy watching it fall and taking advantage of college/high school closing. 





      I've been working on my colored pencil drawing. It's a very slow process. My art room gets chilly so I don't sit there for very long without my heater going.  I have moved down to working toward her hand now. The dress will be the very last thing done because it's black satin.  I have over 20 black pencils purchased for this and I believe that's not going to be enough!

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        Thanks for reading!  

Laura

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