I fell in love with her in a warehouse. She was so forlorn. So sad. Hidden away in a dim, cold, storage building of treasures. Covered in dirt from the far corners of the earth. She looked – hardy. Sturdy. Like she’d been through life’s trials and tribulations.
One eyebrow was raised in anticipation of … something.
Poor thing needed a bath. And I kept thinking she needed something more. You know.
She has been staring at me every day, right near my desk, for months.
Yesterday Lily got a makeover.
Some Pure White Chalk Paint®. Some Old White Chalk Paint®. A dash of Dark Wax mixed with mineral spirits.
But she just needed SOMETHING. What?
A touch of gold goes a long way.
And my silver rosary, a special gift from my aunt, Sister Anita, seemed the perfect accent.
Can you just see the hint of a smile?