Moving On

So the other day I was discussing with hubbie the fact that we STILL have not got a back up generator for the house. Every winter since we have been up here in the country, I have to listen to him fret, cuss and carry on when the power goes out. He just knows we are going to loose all the plumbing and lots of other bad stuff happen. This man who drives me crazy in the winter with this cussin’ about this looked at me and said that is just country living and I needed to get used to it. Of course, I called him on it real fast!

For four days now the water has been trying to make up its mind if it wants to work its way all the way up here to the top of the hill. Taking showers is not an option. Washing dishes must be done when everyone else is asleep and not draining the water pressure. On Friday the water company turck and men was out at the meter looking at something, but did not bother to discuss it with me. Hubbie in Houston keeps asking me if I have called the water company and now Dayton is bugging me about it. He likes to drink the water from the tap in the bathtub. He sits by the stream of water after I turn it on just bit and laps it up – really cute to watch. Only, he likes a little water pressure too. But, hey that is country living.

Coping with the water was something I was doing just fine. Then this afternoon right after lunch, the lights just stopped. There was not a thunder roll to be heard and there had not been any flickering but it just stopped. I began to regret stopping for lunch and a little rest afterward. It was my intention to have myself a Sunday nap. But, once the power went out, all thoughts of napping devolved into gee I want to get on my computer. Funny how that happens. A nap was great until I FORCED into taking one! After about two hours it came back on, after I had read most of my book that I was saving for tonight. But, hey, that is country living.

Later on after the power came back on and it occurred to me that I needed to get the trash out, it struck me again about country living. I had two bags and the double bagged cat litter to take out and so had to take two trips. It was after dark since I was late about doing it and had to carry a flashlight to get out to the trash barrel. That was it took two trips. See, I also carried my truck keys cause the lights come one when you hit the unlock button on them. And it hit me, yep that is country living when your trash barrel is so far out you cannot see it from the porch light and you use your headlights to make it down the porch steps!

Moving on

I wanna tease you about the next thing I am making and also would like your opinions. Below is the hint/teaser. The question is about shadows. See how the laces are on top of the shoe? The really needed something to make them stand out – but I hesitated to put shadows behind them because scrappers can be so fussy about that. So what I did was put a depth shadow all around them – its non directional so no one would need to worry about lining up their own shadows with the angle of these. Would you as a scraper be upset with this or would you find that OK? (This is just the rough prototype and yes there are some ends that don’t match up, but that will be fixed on the final product.)

So what am I working on? Well, when it is done I will tell you!