The boy had made more frames from scrap stock and broken frames salvaged from the dump, so I continued the finishing. I'm finishing some up new-like and others I'm leaving distressed. I like distressed.
Then there's the bread dough ... rising.
And now I sip some warming tea that's just perfect for this chill, damp day. You can see it here.
Tomorrow I should have some art journal fun to share. Emphasis on should.