Meet Rita

Meet Rita, everyone!  She's #5 in the Ladies Series.  Yup, I'm still going strong and have a bunch of others yet to come.  It's getting to the point where I have to check their numbers before I post them though.  Duh!  Do you think that means I am going too far?  For sure you've yet to meet Shirley, Gloria, Susie, Annie, Kat and Angie........plus who knows who that might come along.  That'll make at least 11. And, I'm sure there will be more.  I know of at least two other drawings I've yet to name.  

To be honest, I'm not crazy about Rita.  She gave me a bit of a fit!  Seems whenever I make a longer face, (or perhaps it was the pebble quilting instead of the swirl), the face seems to wrinkle a bit.  Usually, I can get around this with the addition of glasses, but I really wanted one without glasses once.  I ironed the blue blazes out of her just to take this picture, I'll have you know.  Poor thing needs botox! 

She looked okay for this photo and at this point I didn't know she'd be a problem! 

I was going to flip that picture, so you wouldn't have to see it sidewards, but the whole perspective is off  since I actually took it this way.  I think she was laying on the ironing board.  :D

Here's the drawing:



And a close-up of her face.  Note the tiny pencil dots.  I even did freckles with knots, but later removed them because she looked even worse.  Poor dear looked like she had zits!

And the finished Rita.........(I do love her eyes!)  Believe it or not, I finish that part of the quilt first and then continue onward with the rest of the sewing.  For some reason they come alive after I have done the eyes.



Oh, and one more thing.  I think I was lax in showing you my entry for the Little Quilt...sew, vote, swap entry.  It's a fun new group I joined.  Check it out, you might want to be in our next swap.  I think the next one starts the end of this week and you have a whole 6 weeks to make something.



I already have an idea of what I'm going to do next for that swap.....(if I don't forget...duh!)  With all these ladies swimming in my head, who can remember anything?