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Using Acrylic Paints

By Lynn, on December 30th, 2007%

is harder than it looks.

We don’t paint much around here, as in making works of art. At least, I wish we painted more.

This afternoon we went shopping for acrylic paints to paint our doll house accessories. (Yes, I know I was supposed to have done this last weekend.) Anyway, I began adding up the prices of individual containers of acrylics plus a set of brushes and I realized I could spend a little more and get a beginner’s acrylic paint set with brushes, paint, palette, instruction book, carrying case and everything.

We are not done with the accessories, but we did try our hand at making a work of art with acrylic paints! This is my daughter’s painting.

I love the tree.

And… promise not to laugh. This is my very first time painting with acrylics, after all. Here is my painting.

I think I need to stick to more abstract things. ~:-D

Anyway, I really enjoyed this. I want to paint more.

Some of the doll house accessories need another coat and more touching up. I promise we will finish them and show then off when we are done!

Lynn

I am a 40-something-year-old mother of four delightful children, have been married for 22 years to my carpenter husband, and live in a 1921 farm-style house. I find the most joy in my garden, growing and harvesting herbs and flowers and caring for our pet rabbits.

I have a 21-year-old son, a 19-year-old son, a 16-year-old son, and a bright and bubbly (and very funny) 11-year-old daughter who is homeschooled.

I'm a North Carolina girl and I love sharing North Carolina links and information. I'm a book lover, bird lover, gardener and aspiring herbalist. I seek no help for my thrift store addiction. I do medical transcription from home part-time.

To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.
William Henry Channing
1810-1884