When I get my stubborn on you won't win. Truth be told this trips my anxiety to a solid 9 but I WILL win this war. This is hubby's 'job' and I'll fill the closet up to the rafters before I do anything. And even then I'll not give in. pfffhhhhtt
A salute to all farmers out there and full respect. Which they don't get enough of already. And can someone do a rain dance? They are in desperate need of some.
When you watch your Tin Lizzy being towed away only to get a bill of 245$ ( 85$ of that for an oil change ) for them to run diagnostics and change the battery on one's key fob. Which, by the way, I had told them I ALREADY had put a bloody new battery in it. We are all at technology's mercy nowadays. Give me a good old fashioned ignition that starts with a KEY sigh
It's not often my husband asks me to paint him something. I can tell you his taste in art is different to mine but there is a story behind this one and I get why he's drawn to it. I'm pleased at the outcome of this piece and happier still he really really liked the result. When I paint or do photography for those close to me I get nervous such is my want of perfection for them. Uncomfortable feeling because I'm not a perfectionist in the least.
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