Celebrated to perfection in my opinion, which meant right here. No parades, parks, crowds. Used to do all that and it was fun, but this was even better. I even got a couple hours in the studio before the family arrived for dinner on the deck.
Just watching the kids run through the sprinklers made me feel a little cooler. Then they posed for me in Grandpa's hat.
After everyone left and Ray went off to bed, I sat out on the deck and watched the sky turn from pink to purple, and a few fireworks through the trees. The neighborhood kids were whooping and setting off firecrackers, perfuming the air with that Fourth of July smell of gunpowder. The cat and I sat in the dark and saluted the end of another fine celebration.
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Yes, perfect!
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ReplyDeleteAre those pencil marks on your fabrics? Are you doing the lines the same way you do your black lines?
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