These are just a few of those magical spots that I love because they just happen. Reminder to self: be sure when you cut the piece for construction to take care in these areas. Just one word of warning about this style of construction. It has to travel flat or everything gets over where it is supposed to be under and if rolled at all warps like crazy. Just love learning new obstacles to tackle. 
Another morning awaking at 5 am today. What does one do at that hour? After a diet coke with lime, I couldn't resist finishing painting the larger piece of Peltex so I can start cutting and constructing when this trip is over. Also included a few photos of some of my favorite sections where that magic occurs without my help.
After seeing the first post of the new fabric, decided to try one more time to capture the colorwork on the peltex. Hope this gives you a better feel for what's happening.
Woke up at 5:30 a.m. with the studio on my mind. Have been wanting to do another peltex, electric cable construction so adhered a much larger piece of peltex to the water color canvas and got to work. This piece is so large that I have to paint it in sections...so when this section dries the bottom portion will be painted. I can already see some technical problems. Where I got the peltex really wet it is coming off the canvas...but hey, I am not above a little glue here and there. Felt so good to get something done.
Accepting myself in the morning is a difficult task. I clean up really well; but I wake up badly. The bags, the sags, the don't make me do this attitude. Since we are exposing all of our selves, morning me is hard to reveal and yet somewhere in there is a better day.
As the sun sets in Ft. Lauderdale, I am anxious to board for my first cruise. It was wonderful beyond words....and I would yack more but still a little tired...have to leave 25 Feb for next trip and , of course, theever present producing dvd's and more painting for Eric before our next session on the 22nd. However, I promise to do SPT this week and will tell more tall sea tales later. Good to be home.
With the ocean rocking me to sleep every night, slept like a log. I loved the soft pillows but they weren't a favorite with everyone.
My cabin, balcony on the other side of the curtains. Our cabin steward was perfect, leaving us sweets each night or attending to anything we might need...like diet coke.
More like a large ski lift but worth every minute. I won't bore you by waxing eloquent...one picture etc.
We had some bad weather at Half Moon Cay so yours truly did not get to parasail....drat. The one excursion I was eager to do....can you imagine the view from a parasail...oh, well, maybe next time.
Is there anything more beautiful than the sunrising over the ocean? A perfect horizon with that wonderful green from the water. This was truly a moment of clarity at how beautiful our planet really is.
A Happy group of reverse applique students...even though the seas were putting on a show with 7 ' swells they worked through it like champs. I thank you all for making my first cruise one I will never forget...we laughed, ate, stuck our fingers with pins and needles, ate some more.....one of the major activities...eating/
This is one big ship....but there were four others docked next to us...kinda like a parking lot for large cruise ships.
Laura, Sue and I at lunch...wonderful seafood and great comversation. We are on our way to the Straw Market to spend mad money....and we did a good job...trust me.
Our last port of call Nassau, just as you would imagine everything is in brillant color...wonderful quaint architecture and people trying to sell you something at every turn.
Returning to our ship from a hard day of shopping and eating in Nassau...will the torture ever end.
Sue Nickles and Faye Doyle, cruise director, discussing how much we will miss sailing the seas.
Just before sunrise we dock at Ft. Lauderdale to disembark and fly home to a very cold DFW International....talk about a shock from the beautiful warmth of the islands.
January was so busy that I fell off the wagon for Self Portrait Tuesday. Going to try getting back into the rhythm because this topic "your whole self" appeals to me so much. We take for granted when we are young that we will always have the look we want mostly because we are sold it by society. My first whole self is the bottom of my feet. My feet were once smooth and soft, my toes weren't bent and were free of callouses. Now they tell the story of my dirty floors, going bare foot enought to build callouses and how all my toes are going in different directions. Yet, for me feet represent understanding...pun intended. These feet have been lots of places and plan on going more...so they aren't pretty any more but they do the job and tell of a life well walked.
Did you think I had gotten on the wrong plane to like Singapore? Won't go through the sordid details of what was for me a 21 hour flight (glad you got home safe Robbi and thanks for the comments on the Melbourne tour). To say the least, I was toast when I got home. Adjusted fairly quickly to the daytime but want to sleep at about 5 p.m. CST.....which means I am painting at 1 a.m.....and it shows.
