But - Murphy's Law applied - and the machine began mangling the thread - which is why it was serviced in the first place. So - out with the needle and thread - endless hours of stabbed fingers, mutter, mutter, curse, fume. Eventually we had a train - and when the sewing machine went back in for a re-service, it turned out to be just dud thread in it - and the machine works fine after buying a new reel of cotton. Aaaaagh!
Thanks Tori. If I'd cut out the train myself, it wouldn't have turned out 1/2 so well. (This, of course, is why Tori is called a - wait for it - 'trainee'. [I write all my own scripts. You can hardly tell, can you?]
The original train - when it was just a straight piece of material. (I also got to play director/photographer .. Lean this way, push that hip ... no idea what I was doing of course.)
Getting started. Do we have enough dark blue left? |
Starting the blue fade. |
Detail of top |
Shadows are in, gold edging next.. |
My first attempt at normal eye makeup |
Being checked out by the boss..(I passed) |
Ooops! Typical face-painter strangle-hold! |
Balsa-wood-&-glitter, navel-hiding jewel! |
Trusty ski-poles for arm painting. |
Bill finally made it to the other side of the camera. He takes direction well though - hip forward, pout those lips ... |
Tori - a huge help - and a delight to work with. |
.. and Jasmine. What a canvas. What a model.
Thanks to Tori - train-making, enthusiasm, paint buffing, and so much fun.
Jasmine - always patient, always enthusiastic, a pleasure to paint. Jasmine also has a web page.
Yvonne (my long suffering wife) - all the help with the sewing, the trust and support. Thanks.