What My Eyes See

Finally .... an evening that didn't require us to gulp down dinner and drive the kids somewhere. SO ... we put on a romantic playlist on the iPod. Turned down the lights. Lit some candles. Got a small bowl of munchies. Poured a nice glass of Portuguese wine.

And for the first time I did something with my husband I've never really done with him before. I drew him. Yes, I dusted off my sketch pad and dug around for my drawing supplies. As he worked on his computer, I drew him.

I can't remember the last time I drew for the sheer joy of drawing. It is both an exciting and terrifying feeling. I'm finally going to take the plunge and sign up for a community painting/studio class starting in January. I can't wait, but I'm nervous.

Well, here is my first portrait of my Danny. And its my first "work" as the artist Jacqueline Dulin.

This is my drawing.

This was my subject (but live not a pic).


I superimposed my drawing over the pic I took and was pleasantly surprised I got most of his proportions right! This means my eyes still work!

Say it ain't so Joe

Thank you God its over. Thank you God for peaceful transition and the democratic process with flaws and all.

Thank you that in the end, life will always have change, and that God never changes.

And although I voted for her, does anyone else find Elizabeth Dole creepily overly plastic surgerized???

But it was a romantical election day. My husband and I stood in line together at the fire station holding our cup of coffee huddle under an umbrella for our turn to vote. Yeah, it was weird for us to vote for the first time in our lives in any other state than the Old Dominion.

No Cat in the Hat

I don't think its hard to figure out which one of us has the best sense of fashion when it comes to hats . . . . .