Still Stitching

My threads came in from Superior Threads.  Their turn-around time for orders is pretty quick!  My first order was for all of the variegations of purple that I didn't already have in my thread box.  ooh!  aah!

 My next order was for all of the variegations of pink that I didn't already have.  Obviously I'm not so much a fan of the pinks, eh?

While I was waiting for the thread to arrive, I started to work on Lesson #4.  I've grabbed that idea, and I'm going with it, even if it doesn't work out well.  I'm in this to learn, and I'm guessing I'm going to learn more than a thing or two in the process.  I'm working off of a few photos of my grandfather's house, taken in 1979.

 I have very few photos of his house, though many, many memories.  He built it himself, back in the 50's, acting as contractor, and actually hiring a couple of people to help him.  I'm not sure how many houses he built for his family to live in.  This is the third that I know of.  Back then, you didn't need all that licensing and stuff, though he was a Mechanical Engineer.

 Here is the final house, with the garage, kitchen window, living room window, and bedroom windows.  It is not to scale, but it's the right color, and it's got the windows I remember.

The house was set back, in the hills of Malibu.  My grandfather used to stand at the picture window, looking out across the ocean.  He told me, "I stand here, and wonder, 'Is there a man in Japan, looking out his window at me?' "  Perhaps there was, though my grandfather was pretty much one of a kind.

I'm debating back and forth as to how much of the hill to include.  The house came out much bigger than I expected.  In reality, it was dwarfed by the hill it sat upon.  And the hill wasn't of that much interest.  It was primarily sagebrush, with palm trees (planted from seeds) lining the driveway. 

Well, that's it for now.  I'm lost on Memory Lane.