My grandmother’s flour sifter. I searched online for information about Brite-Pride (the name on the sifter) but couldn’t find anything about the company. I drew the sifter just a tad too big, not leaving quite enough room for the red handle.
Flour sifter sketch
Sifts, aerates, fluffs
Now to find something to put in the bowl . . .
Fiesta bowl and soup spoon
Sketch 015, Bowl and Spoon
Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Lunch Can Wait
Jeannie came out onto the balcony to call to her grandfather, Big John. She had a salad, sandwiches, sweet tea and brownies ready for their lunch. She could see him at the picnic table with Sally. Sally was spending the summer with her grandchildren, a few streets over.
The breeze kept mussing up Sally’s curls. Big John reached up, trying to put the strands back behind her ear. Smiling, Sally took his hand and cupped it with both of hers. Snippets of their laughter drifted up.
They are just so darn cute at that age, Jeannie thought. Lunch can wait.
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I went to Austin’s Empty Bowl Project for the first time this year. It’s in its 18th year, but I don’t know what I was doing the other 17 years. The event benefits several Austin-area charities that take care of people in need. How it works: You buy a beautiful, handmade ceramic bowl for $20, fill it up with yummy soup and take the bowl home with you.
My plan was to show up early before everyone else did. The first part of my plan worked: I showed up early. The second part — “before everyone else” — not so much. I got to stand in line with lots of people with the same “show up early” plan. Still, it was a nice day in November and I was only mildly overdressed.
Hundreds and hundreds of my closest friends
A large soup pot and spoon were available for photo ops.
Soup pot
Once inside, there were tables and tables filled with bowls to choose from. There were no bad choices.
So many, so beautiful
After you choose your bowl, volunteers wash and rinse it for you. (I just love it when someone else does the dishes, don’t you?) Next, you get in line for some soup, provided by local food establishments (several soups to choose from), and then it’s soup time! My bowl (it’s signed on the bottom) was made by Jessica of Girl Scout Troop 449 and I think it’s beautiful! Thank you, Jessica!
Yummy pumpkin soup and bread
In my art class, there is a fake Red Delicious Apple. Sketching it gives me fits. It’s a dark object, so there are only four tones (6-10) that can be used, other than the tiny spot where the light hits it.
Mostly looks like the apple
My bright idea was to buy one, one with as many contours as possible, and sketch it at home.
The dreaded sketch object
For most of the time, in my sketch it looked like a bell pepper. I worked on it until I didn’t know what else to correct. That’s always my stopping point.
It's a long story ... 