This is a collage I made for my mother to give my niece Anna—she used to take ballet when she was younger. She's 21 now, and has other priorities, but she really enjoyed dancing, and Mom gave me a handful of photographs she'd saved and asked me to make a collage for her Christmas gift. This is it—it's not a great picture, because I took this one after I'd put several coats of gel medium but before I added a coat of Dorland's wax to tone down the shine. (The reason for that being I couldn't find the Dorland's wax and thought I'd finished . . . )
The background is acrylic paint in various shades of red and pink sponged on, then overlaid with Lumiere Halo Pink Gold (painted on, then wiped off, then sponged on some more). The rest is oddments of German scrap, some goldtone ballerina charms, a few odd flower beads . . .
I'm taking it over this weekend sometime. I hope Mom likes what I've done. (This is why I hate doing commission work; I never know whether what I see will suffice or not.)
At least that's one thing finished. I'm working on flannel pajamas and nightgowns this evening, trying to finish them up so I can spend next week making doll clothes. And Madalyn's overalls and jacket. And finishing up her afghan, which I have successfully put off sewing together since, oh, July, I think. And possibly a pink and blue plaid pig for Riley.
Not to mention the 25 little loaves of fruit bread that must be delivered on Monday, and for which I have already been paid . . . and the fruit tray and cookies for John's family's Christmas party on Saturday . . .
No, I'm not planning to sleep between now and Christmas—whyever do you ask?