I still can’t paint, as evidenced by the fact that I wiped this off the glass twice and still had to re-touch it after I put the damned thing in the frame. BUT. I’d put the final result on the fridge and, since it’s for my mom, that’s all I really need.

It goes with another picture with the lyrics to The Rose on it, and the pages in the back are from an up cycled romance novel. Like the dictionary, it was falling apart at the Habitat for Humanity near me; so, hopefully this is a nice second life for it.