Hoping your Thanksgiving was great. We had a pretty great one with G’s family. Always a good time. Here’s a pic of the kids with the turkey craft I forced them to do:
That’s my niece and nephew with Than. I have no idea what’s going on with Than. Looks like something bit him and he’s freaking out. Maybe his turkey did it. Those things were made out of toilet paper rolls, colored construction paper, tape, staples and markers for eyes. I used googly eyes before, but forgot to bring them with me so we just drew the eyes on. They had fun, apparently, because as soon as this picture was taken they decided they wanted to take the turkeys out back to play. That was just a bonus for us adults.
So the mural….Noah’s Ark… Guess what? It’s done. Yep. Done. Well done except for the rainbow, but we can wait on that one – I’m too short and Pastor Mike’s really busy. Maybe I can get another taller person to come up and stand up on that ladder and paint the rainbow. I also need to seal that bad boy. The mural, not Pastor Mike. The walls weren’t a smooth surface – they are textured so the potential for paint to come off is greater. That may not be fact, but it is in my head so I’m gonna go with my theory of sealing it sooner rather than later being a good thing.
Here’s the pics:
And yep, I fixed Noah’s mouth problem. But another problem cropped up. That being I painted the butterflies the ugliest color combinations possible. It’s like I closed my eyes and grabbed paints and decided to put them together in that manner. Butterflies are supposed to be pretty. Mine are color-challenged. I’m good with that. My excuse is I had to use every color I could find so that throughout the years, the babies could combine to end up with all the beautiful colored butterflies we have today.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it….