A package from Mom and Lyn arrived yesterday. In addition to some delicious baked goods (always a welcome gift), there was one of Lyn's recent paintings.
At some point, while in a craft shop, she spotted a wooden cross and decided I needed it. She painted it in a couple of shades of purple before drizzling the metallic puff paint all over it.
She's already asking where I will hang it. I honestly answered that I don't know where it will hang. It's not my style. She's been insistent that I need a cross and we have no idea why.
Mom has suggested that Lyn paint me a picture. Lyn offered to sell me one of her paintings and was quite put out when Mom told her that I should get one for free. She's not having it. If I want a painting other than the cross, I'll have to pay. I don't blame her approach and got a good laugh at how openly mercenary she can be.