It was the winter wild,
While the Heav'n-born Child,
All meanly wrapped in the rude manger lies;
Nature in awe to him
Had doffed her gaudy trim,
With her great Master so to sympathize;
It was no season then for her
To wanton with the Sun, her lusty paramour.
Yesterday I started working on my gourds at last.
Only a few of the smallest ones are dry. One, I had broken the neck off of months ago, so he seemed a good guinea pig.
I used a wood stain for the darker areas, and a permanent marker to draw the lines.
Since the neck was open, I crushed some dry eucalyptus leaves and sprinkled them with essential oils.
Then I cut a few rosemary sprigs and put them in the opening.
I'll take it to the market on Saturday and see if any hippie type would like to buy it.
Then I started on a second gourd, this one with an intact neck.
It had more dark mottling that reminds me of the night sky -- mysterious and beautiful -- and I didn't want to remove it. I did sand, clean, and wipe it. Then I painted it with watercolors (because that's really the only paints I have!) I really didn't think watercolors would work on a gourd! But it dried ...
And then I covered it with two layers of polyurethane.
I truly don't know what anyone would do with it, but I think it's cool-looking :) I don't want to obscure the painting with lots of yarn like the first one. Maybe a slender yarn "necklace" that would somehow allow it to be hung? I'll have to think on that.