Just after Christmas, this is the sight we saw from our living room window before nightfall...
January brought a flood that made all others we have gone through look like puddles. For awhile, we felt as if we were on the ark. The chickens were safely roosting in our back room, and we put all the barn animals up on stacks of wood pallets. Even though I was very nervous about staying put this time, it was a good thing we did for the animals' sakes. Our "houseboat" did not succumb to the river. God held back the flood waters and for that we are profoundly thankful.
Shamaine will have a long gown and long auburn hair.
A moonchild and lunar faerie have been completed and are on ebay right now. Moffett is only two inches and she fits comfortably on the tip of her moonchild.
It is hard to really guage her smallness in the pictures I took so far. I am thinking of capturing her for a moment and placing her on Shamaine's shoulder for a portrait before they all fly away.
It is so good to be consistently sculpting again...but who knows what the morrow may bring. As for now, we have so much to be thankful for.