One clue that it's time to stop working and go to bed: you crush a half-crusted tube of "brilliant red" acrylic until it bursts. It flew over my table and hit two of my finished Halloween statues, and it looked like I'd been doing something more sinister than wood burning as I cleaned it up.
One of the twins suffered a direct hit, but after I wiped it off it had an even creepier bent to it! It's like it was struck and started oozing blood. I might keep it that way. It's one of Bob Ross' happy accidents!
Luckily, none of my newly-burned Santa ornaments slated for SmArt got splashed. I found these templates among the wood boxes there months ago, and they've been waiting on my table for some inspiration. Since SmArt is moving to a trendier location, I decided Santa Claus is coming to town this year hoping to make it big, complete with Willie Nelson-inspired braids and a guitar.
On top of work and everything else, I'm in Spinjitsu training to become an elemental ninja. I got to break out some of my tae kwon do from back in high school, and I can still throw that flip kick pretty high! I often tell the boys how I used to be so cool.
We practiced our archery with Son One's Zing Air bows; mine were fire arrows, and his were lightning. With cooler, wetter weather heading our way, they are a great toy that provides the aura of destruction without actually ruining the walls.
On our way to meet our newest nephew this weekend, with handmade Little Seed Farm soap in a woolen, loom-knit holder.
And some pumpkin butter if it makes it. I guess it has to now!
And the Tennessee State Fair begins on Friday, and we'll have to see how our entries fared! My husband doesn't want to be near the portrait my oldest took of his face, but I want to take his picture by it, then print that out, hang it, and take his picture again, then repeat. Similar to this photo-within-a-photo from How Does She, but not as cute: