When I'm done with this I'll finish the Mona Lisa, or Mona Shaira as I've been calling it in my head since her name is Shaira. This is the great mom we know and the woman with more kids than we can keep track of, literally. I would tell you more about the kidnapped one but it's not really my story to tell.
The Mona Lisa is a project my mom asked me for over a year ago so I feel if I'm to see her in the next couple weeks when she's down on vacation it'd be a good start to getting that 17 foot scarf knitted that I know she'll do so well; even though she insists I'm crazy. Was the Doctor crazy? Well, maybe... but that doesn't make his scarf any less awesome.
I'm also working on a painting for another sister, of her with our dad who's gone now almost 6 years ago. It's odd how when someone dies they don't really. As long as you remember them it's like they're still here, just without a cell phone or mailing address.
Or voice. I guess the bright side to that is they don't have bills either. Who wouldn't die for that chance?
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