The winter mantel. Minus the clocks. I took those down. I really only had them up for New Year's Eve.
I like clocks, grouped together, all pointing to midnight on New Year's Eve. But I forgot to take a picture.
I got the sparkly snowman a few years ago at a local gift store. I bought one for each of my sissies too. The way he looks up at the heavens, holding that star, always makes me think of God.
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?
Humbling. And loved.
K painted this for Mom for Christmas. She's taken a few art classes and really enjoyed this particular technique. She uses a black and white photograph as a base (to get the shading right) and then takes two complementary colors, blending them together to get the different tones she needs.
She worked on this for hours. And more hours. She kept tweaking the eyes, and the teeth, and the chins, and the hairlines. Until she got it just right.
She is amazing.
She couldn't stop looking at it. She kept saying to herself, "This is just....good. Very, very good."
Then she would look at K and smile, and tear up, and then look back at the painting.
Good K. Thoughtful K. Full of love K.