Quilting Convention

So I went to the quilting convention in Nashville this past week with my mother in law and we had a blast!
It was crazy how many wonderful quilts were there and how creative they were. And the fabric and the threads! WOW!
Here is a picture of the most fantabulous quilt I've ever seen and it even won a first place ribbon in it's catagory though I can't remember the person who made it.

2 sisters

Here is the picture of the 2 sisters. I need to figure out what is wrong with the colors. something is wrong with the blue in back ground. I think it is too dark or maybe a different blue...colbalt.

finished?

Working on this picture may be coming to an end. I've been struggling with the words and they may disappear as i keep pushing on it.
I have set it aside for the day and am going back to an old painting that i have hated but at the same time have been fascinated and seduced by. It is of a flying girl reaching for her sister. The sister is in a crazy dress that I would actually like to have to wear.
I'll upload a picture as soon as it looks a little better than it does now.

The Puzzle

Here it is the painting I'm working on. It is what has been driving me crazy for awhile. I feel like i'm getting to the end of it though. The colors are starting to work together the way I want them too. And the image as a whole is coming out as a part of a story I am trying to tell.

Tuesday's work

Just got back from a slow and painful shift at the restaurant. The air conditioning is on the fritz and the restaurant was really hot and sticky as hell. I was so glad to walk out that door even if it is 95 degrees outside. Well, off to the studio with me for the rest of the day and as long as I can stay awake tonight. Many pots to carve and a terribly frustrating painting to try and figure out. It is a puzzle with no answer.

Mourning morning

Today I am mourning the morning because I have to think about going back to work tonight at the restaurant. I feel like I'm going to come apart at the seams . Waiting tables is one of the hardest jobs and one of the most thankless. I am in utter dread of going.