My darling Grandma and my Mum each had one of these plaster busts. I had to beg but eventually, in her own good time, Mum gave me hers. She wouldn't give it to me unless she didn't want it anymore so don't think I bullied her or anything.
Ross McLeod drew her and I will too at some stage. I had thought to paint it fluro or something, but maybe I won't. Sometimes if a piece is bordering on cheesy it's good to give it some colour. Perhaps a pale, acrid green? Depends on where she sits and in this rented house we have onlywalls of bland, awful, buttery, creamy, yellowish horribleness.
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