Risks, life, and pink hair.

Last night, I dyed my hair back.

It was time. I loved having pink hair, but the last two months or so I began to get real sick of strangers asking me about it. When I go out to run errands, I enjoy being left alone. It may be that I was an only child until I was 8, it may be that I get caught up in my own thoughts, I don't know. I venture out with as much enthusiasm as a reclusive silent film star living in the talkie age; I want to get what I need so I can return to my own little world as soon as possible. The last couple of months any time I got into line and someone exclaimed, "OH, YOU HAVE PINK HAIR, WHAT DID YOU USE, HOW LONG DOES IT LAST--" I've had violent fantasies of tearing it all out right in front of them, laughing like a maniac, shrieking "NOW IT'S YOURS TAKE IT WITH YOU."

Hey, pregnancy hormones are a roller coaster.

And so, last night after the 900th person (875 of them dudes between the ages of 45-60) asked about my hair, I politely bowed out of line and headed to the hair color aisle to find the shade closest to my locks.

Ahhhhhhh. That's better!

Now, some folks will remember when I dyed my hair cotton candy pink and all hell broke loose back home in New England. For days I faced some pretty heavy criticism, and people said some outright mean things. (Many folks read the mean things and emailed me their sympathies, and I still appreciate that). On the west coast, and for my husband, Mom, and sister, it was my hair and my decision. On the east coast, clearly I'd gone too far and was heading for ruin. AND JUST WHO IS THIS 'JEM' YOU'VE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH THAT'S GOT YOU WANTING PINK HAIR?

Over and over again my reaction was, "I love my natural hair color. And I'll go back to it when I'm sick of pink. I wanted a change, because I thought it would be fun."

AND JUST WHAT IS THIS 'FUN'?

Well, it's seven months later....

This is me a week before I dyed my hair pink.

And me this morning...
...Pretty darn close, huh?

Whenever you take a risk, you'll be immediately pounced on by a crowd of people clamoring about why it's going to blow up in your face. The last three years have been brought to me by whatever the heck letter that stands for. When I was moving out west to live with Ryan, he was a homicidal maniac that was going to chop me into bits. When I was going to pursue illustrating full time, I was about to starve to death. When Ryan was going to put his time into a job without health benefits for a year, we were bound to get into a car accident. When I dyed my hair pink, it was a permanent decision that could never be undone. Also, all of my hair was going to fall out. Plus, it was going to poison my insides. And I looked hideous.

Okay, Henny Pennies, take it easy.

First of all, I will never look hideous.

Secondly, I have learned that if you want an interesting life, a fulfilling life, a life you can call your own, you've got to mold it a little and that might mean taking some risks. I played it very safe for a long time, and I took more missteps then than I ever did once I started edging out onto a limb here and there. I still don't take stupid risks. Being a lifetime teetotaler, I've never tried drugs. (Heck, I've never tried alcohol, not even a beer). A lot of people have teased me for that, saying I was being a baby, I was too afraid to try new experiences. Some of them went on to handle themselves just fine. Some of them are one step away from a 12 step program.

(The first step is admitting you have a problem).

So, no, I'm still not for stupid risks. However, I think that when the stakes are high: love, following a dream, running away from waking up every day miserable (WHY NOT JOIN THE CIRCUS); that's the time to take a risk. That's when you learn a lot about yourself, your capabilities, and the people around you. I think you get stronger from those risks, and I think for the most part, life rewards those risks. At the very worst, you fail at something. Really, it's not that bad. If it was a risk that was worth it, that could have changed everything for the better, at least you tried.

My husband taught me a lot of this through his life, and the chances he has taken for his happiness and his career. They're inspiring. He's one of the bravest people I know, given the bold moves he made to get where he is now, and how young he was when he started making them. He was 17 when he struck out on his own, moving thousands of miles away from home to follow a career in video games and art.

So, when you think about it, pink hair isn't really
that big of a f*+4ing deal, now is it?

My pink hair was nothing like that, it was just a silly dye job that was a blast for a few months. Looking at my before and after pictures though, and seeing really nothing change, got me thinking this morning about risk and experience and enjoying life and I wanted to share. Don't listen to the crowd of land lovers telling you monsters are lurking at the edge of the world. Usually they haven't been to the edge of the world to see that it's actually just round and you can return to where you started anytime you want.

So, farewell, pink hair! Here's a look back. I'll miss it, it was fun!

The first day, brandy-new!

SERIOUS SCHOOL PORTRAIT SHOT.

Cotton Candy!!!

Fading to a light pink.

This was my favorite version, when I redyed
it myself and left a 'Rogue streak'.

MYSPACE, YOU WOULD HAVE LOVED THIS ONE.

OH, IS THAT A CAMERA AT THE END OF MY ARM?
HADN'T NOTICED.

$9 foam curlers, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? 

Animal Hot Pink!

And some women, women I know and women talking to me in stores, would say "You're so lucky your husband let you do that!" which struck me as awful.

PROTIP, LADIES: DON'T MARRY A POSSESSIVE WEIRDO,
MARRY YOUR BIGGEST FAN!

And so now my hair is back to the way it was, and nothing much has changed.

WELL, OKAY, I DID GET A LITTLE PREGNANT.

But that's a happy change!

So, there you have it! My hair didn't fall out, break off, or melt away. My body is healthy (I want to stress again: my doctor assured me dyeing my hair is perfectly safe while pregnant, or I would not have). I look exactly how I did before I dyed my hair--the only difference is, I had a lot of fun and I can say I did that now.

There has to be something--something--you want to say that about! So, go do it! As long as it's not like, a stupid risk, like robbing a bank. Don't rob a bank. Do start a small business or ask that one guy out or go on an impromptu road trip to Canada. Get a pet iguana, name him Steve.

All those things you want to do, go do them, because that's the only way anything fun happens. All the rotten stuff? That's what the world hands you. The cool stuff? Those are the choices you make. The more choices you make, the more you control your life, the more cool stuff will happen, and before you know it, that cool stuff outnumbers the rotten stuff 10:1.

Take it from me, kids! Is your shower curtain this cool?
OR DID YOUR SHOWER CURTAIN JUST HAPPEN TO YOU?

We're having a....

We're having a boy! We found out yesterday, and we're thrilled. It's wonderful to know this person inside me just a little better. It's great to finally let folks celebrate, and let me tell you, apparently having a boy is like winning the gender lottery. At least to hear some of the reactions.

You would think Ryan was a king, and his throne was at long last protected against the barbarian hordes that surged against the gates as the peasants inside cowered in fear that their nation would pass to some weaker distant relation. But, no, lo, a SON! An heir! CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'RE HAVING A REAL PERSON, NOT SOME CHICK!

That's only a very few people though; most are regular happy just as we are, to know and to begin dreaming of this little person. It's a great feeling to say and think "he" instead of "it".

In shop news, my sale this weekend was a great success! Thank you everyone! I sold 19 prints! It was a great start to the holiday season, I was really tickled. I spent this morning filling orders, happy as a clam.

The prints laid out and ready for packaging.

Ornaments I've been tucking into my Etsy orders for the holidays.

The backs of the ornaments, pinecones, snowflakes, and hearts.

One of my faithful assistants, Lupin.

Getting all the shipping materials ready.

Faithful assistant napping on some moving boxes.

We've got some truly hectic weeks ahead of us. If all goes well, we will be closing on a house next week and beginning to move. I'm struck terribly sad suddenly to be leaving our apartment. It's been the first and only home I've had in the west. I love the people in our building, our landlord is great, and it's been a sweet nest for two newlyweds in love.

The neighborhood nnnnnnot so much. As I sipped my tea the other day, gazing out my window and watching a shirtless man in a 'Cat in the Hat' hat yelling incoherently at the police, while struggling to take off his shirt and stumble backwards into a bush, I reflected on our time spent here and the many characters of our neighborhood.

1. Homeless Santa
2. Angry Meth Mom
3. Hateful Couple (they like to yell at each other in the tree under our window, at like, you know, 2am. They're great)
4. Fightin' Pajamas
5. "Guy in the scary clown mask and prom dress who rode his bicycle up and down the street for 20 minutes once." He doesn't have a name, because he doesn't need one.
6. Sir Yells-A-Lot
7. The Window Watcher
8. Officer Forlorn (he just gets yelled at when he responds to problems).
9. The Cat in the Hat (you've already met him).
10. Trouble House
11. The Unseen Cougher.
12. Tinted Windows Ice Cream Van

Elvis hates Tinted Windows Ice Cream Van

Remembering these characters, a change of scenery feels long overdue. However, our actual apartment tucked safely inside our cozy building with our fantastic neighbors, wonderful landlord, and locked doors has been lovely.

I'm very happy at the prospect of a home to call our own, of course, but if you've enjoyed a place you'll be sad to miss it, whatever great new change looms bright on the horizon.

One more bit of news: Today is my 111th birthday! Okay, 31, BUT THAT'S NOT VERY HOBBIT SOUNDING, NOW IS IT? I'm delighted as usual. Some people get really bummed out about birthdays, but how can anyone really ever get upset about a day when they get cake and presents just for being alive? I don't understand it.

Cake + Presents + Zero Effort? = AMAZING

That's a foolproof equation right there. NOW LET ME EAT CAKE!

KEEP IT COMING! PACK ME INTO A DRESS AND ROLL ME TO THE BALL!

What it's like to be pregnant....

I have to apologize that I haven't been updating the blog more! We've had a few wild and crazy weeks; I visited RI for a few days, we found out we're closing on the house at the beginning of December, and today is the halfway point of my pregnancy. So we've been unpacking suitcases, packing boxes, and I've been in bed almost every night by 9. Being pregnant is hard work! Ladies, you'll watch a lot of movies about being pregnant, but the most accurate by far is "Rosemary's Baby."

I'm not even being cute, I'm serious. Pregnancy is a beautiful miracle, but it's also a lot of throwing up, being exhausted, phantom pains, sudden bouts of hormonal misery, strangers trying to touch you, and being 40-70% certain everyone is plotting against you. Still, I love it! I'll post some belly pictures soon!

On Monday we have an ultrasound to find out the gender of the baby and then finally, FINALLY, FINALLY everyone can stop asking us.

That will be amazing. I can't even remember what it's like to go a day without someone calling/texting/writing to anxiously ask if we found out if the baby is a boy or a girl yet (as though we're going to cruelly keep that information to ourselves and dress the child in a shapeless sack until they go away to college, only then at last revealing their name, gender, and whether we baptized them or not). Movies and tv have folks believing doctors can find out immediately, (People were asking 1 month in, before genitals even form on a fetus) but it's actually only at 20 weeks that they can see with reasonable certainty. Until then couples face everyone they have ever met asking them daily FOR FIVE TRULY IRRITATING MONTHS.

The only exception was last weekend, when we were out with some friends and our buddy Kriangkrai asked me, "Have you two found out the sex?" And I mistakenly heard something WAY different, and proceeded to say something like, "Oh sure, better than ever!" To which our friends graciously exclaimed, "No, no, you misheard us!!!" before I could go on. That was a pretty hysterical reprieve to the gender conversation.

You can probably tell I'm not great at handling the questions that come with pregnancy. From family and friends, the questions are a little different, and I don't mind them of course! However, from strangers--and by strangers I mean to say every single person you see all day--the questions and responses are always the same:

Question: When are you due?
My response: April
Their response: APRIL?! BUT YOU'RE HUGE ARE YOU HAVING TWINS?

Question: Do you know the gender?
My response: No, we can find out at 20 weeks though.
Their response: DON'T YOU WANT TO BE SURPRISED?

Question: What do you want more, a boy or a girl?
My response: We're cool with either, we just hope it's healthy.
Their Response: NO REALLY, WHICH ONE DO YOU WANT?

Question: How old are you?
My response: I'm 30.
Their response: GOOD THING YOU'RE HAVING A BABY NOW, BEFORE YOU'RE REALLY TOO OLD.

So, as you can see, these are less like questions and more like doorways to veiled insults. However, for every ten people asking these questions, there's one calling congratulations across a mall or saying "How exciting!" and smiling to me while pointing to my belly as they pass by. Those people are awesome, they've probably been there, and I'm grateful for them.

I'm most grateful, obviously, for the little moving being inside me, whom is now kicking and fluttering up a storm. I've been able to feel the baby move for about two weeks. Sometimes it's a gentle tapping, other times it feels like a cellphone on vibrate going off in my belly. (Some folks refer to it as 'butterfly wings', but I'm telling you: cellphone). And two nights ago after a yawn and a big, big stretch, there was a hard, startled kick in response. Apparently someone had been snoozing and did not appreciate being suddenly jostled. That has all been pretty incredible.

Ryan felt the baby move for the first time last week, and his hand goes to my belly often since. We'll be sitting together on the couch and he will pass his palm over my belly; when we sleep, he curls around me with one hand protectively over my stomach. Whether it's instinct or need I'm not sure, but that's a wonderful feeling too. Since I have gotten pregnant Ryan has cleaned the litter boxes and the rat cages, taken over vacuuming, and helped with dinner (even if it's just to order a pizza which now feels like the most blissful luxury in light of how tired I am sometimes). He's been such a supportive partner; no surprise there to anyone who knows him. Whether I'm ranting about drivers in Washington or sobbing uncontrollably over a Folger's commercial--

YOU GUYS, PETER'S HOME

--Ryan has been there to hug me, tell me I'm beautiful, and promise I'm not crazy. (Even when I'm totally being crazy).

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS, REMEMBER WHEN RONALD MCDONALD WAS OUR BEST FRIEND? WHY DON'T WE TALK ANYMORE?

I've got to stop watching old commercials.... At least until April.

I can't wait until Monday! Aside from finally being able to grab everyone by the shoulders and scream "IT'S A BOY/GIRL ARE YOU HAPPY NOW? IS THAT OKAY WITH YOU? DO YOU WANT ME TO SEND IT BACK?" Ryan and I are really excited to find out the gender so that we can stop referring to the baby as "it" or "this thing" or "you know, the person living inside my abdomen" and finally start narrowing down a name.

It's a truly exciting time! 

Black Friday Cyber Monday Sale!

I'm having a 30% off sale in the shop between now and Cyber Monday! You can visit the shop by clicking here.

I should really name my three little mascots, shouldn't I?

I joked on my FB page that I prefer Cyber Monday because anything you can do in your pajamas is automatically 10 times more fun. I think that's true, don't you? In the past I've been dead set against Black Friday. While I still really dislike the stores that bring their employees in for even one minute on Thanksgiving to prepare for Black Friday, I'm cooler with stores opening early Friday morning and folks spending their day after Thanksgiving hunting for great deals. I'm all about traditions and rituals, and I finally get that for some folks, like my cousin Cindy who told me earlier this month "Black Friday for me is like how you feel about Halloween", today is its own great holiday with its own excitement.

Not that I'm going out today, no way. I spent this morning snuggling beside Ryan under warm blankets, covered in cats. And then I had pumpkin pie for breakfast. It was awesome. I did some work on the shop for the sale, and I plan on spending this afternoon reading 'A Gnome's Christmas', watching Muppet Christmas specials, and checking out some of the sales in my favorite Etsy shops. (Because I don't just sell on Etsy, I also buy way, way too much).

Nightmarathon's outcome, and the very hectic week!

Hello everyone!

I'm so sorry I never updated you on Nightmarathon's outcome! It was a great weekend, full of games, fun, and spending time with friends old and new in person and over the Internet. In the end, we raised $3,412 for the American Cancer Society! We hope to do this again next year, and now we have a record to beat ;)

Hurricane Sandy played a major role in our week, even out here on the west coast. Ryan and I are originally from Rhode Island, and still have many family and friends there. Our pal Hollis had flown out from Massachusetts for the Nightmarathon. When Sandy hit, his Sunday flight was canceled and he became stranded on the west coast until Friday! We felt terrible that he was suddenly stuck so far from home, but we were also pretty excited to have him with us a few more days.

So, we spent the week catching up, celebrating Halloween, showing Hollis the sights, and generally taking it pretty easy after our 72 hour marathon. Hollis still managed to do homework for his classes, which I think is super impressive for someone stranded 3000 miles away!

Rhode Island was extremely lucky, especially compared to New Jersey and New York. My Mom and Nana lost power for a few days, but their homes are safe and sound. Narragansett was ripped up pretty badly, and that breaks my heart a bit because I love Narragansett so much. I'm still trying to find out if our little apartments in Matunuck withstood the storm. There are pictures of terrible damage all around them, but no photos of them specifically.

I hope all of you fared well through Sandy!

72 Hours of Gaming for Charity!

The Nightmarathon is under way!

For a $10 donation I finally tried a Big Mac and a Whopper live on the screen! We've been playing games and chatting with folks all over the country! And so far we've raised just almost $1600! And we've still got two days to go! Whoo-hoo!!

Tune in anytime this weekend (seriously, anytime. We're streaming live 24 hours!)

Watch us here at www.nightmarathon.net!

Getting ready for the Nightmarathon!

Only one more day until the Nightmarathon! Today we're finishing up a few errands; getting snacks, sewing costumes, carving some pumpkins--you know, essential spooky Halloween business.

The past few days we have been cleaning the apartment top to bottom. When you know your home will be streamed live for three days, you clean a little differently. And I can get intense when it comes to cleaning anyway.

If you know what I mean.

Our apartment is small, but with two people, three cats, five rodents, and frequent guests dirt can build up quickly. The last day or two I went full tilt Joan Crawford on the bathroom and kitchen, with Saintly Ryan's help when it came to harsher cleaning products and litter boxes and what not. I'm feeling much better about opening it up to more company; including folks sleeping over for the marathon. I can look around like Zelda Rubinstein at the end of Poltergeist and feel confident in our home again.

(Sorry both those clips looked home taped. WHY MUST ALL MY JOKE CLIPS EVADE YOUTUBE?)

Later today I'll be baking the first batch of cookies and roasting three pumpkins' worth of seeds--80% of which will possibly be consumed by Carlos and myself. (Gotta make them extra salty!) Other tasks will include washing linens and sewing silver stars onto Ryan's purple cape.

And can you believe he's NOT going as a wizard this year?

I found this googling the word "Wizard"
and had to show everyone I knew as soon as possible.

Oh, and I have to sew a 1980s sequined dress for myself--from scratch--not just because I am a craft sadist, but also because we couldn't find any 80s dresses at thrift stores to fit over my baby bump.

This baby bump!
(Note the bathroom torn apart in a scrubbing frenzy behind me).

How hard can it be to sew an 80s dress?
It's just a tube with a bunch of flashy bullshit,
right?

Georgia, you may be asking, with so much to do WHY ARE YOU BLOGGING? Hey, I like to procrastinate, okay? Alright, off I go! Man, I kinda love days like this, when there's a dozen tasks to do and time for ten. Is that weird?

One more sleep 'till the Nightmarathon!

What is the Nightmarathon?

The last few posts I have mentioned our upcoming "Nightmarathon" and you may be wondering just what the heck is this Nightmarathon? Is it going to be fun? Should I be watching it, Georgia? Should I be counting the days? Really, what is it?

OKAY, I'LL TELL YOU.

Do you like video games? Do you like Halloween? Do you like horror? Do you like cool prizes? Do you hate cancer?

Four days. If anyone's counting, it's four days!

If you answered yes to all of the above, or even one of the above, then the Nightmarathon is for you!

The Nightmarathon is a charity event happening this weekend to benefit the American Cancer Society. You can read all about it here. And you can meet some of the members of the team in this podcast. It's a lot like traditional marathons, except instead of running or walking or whatnot, we'll be pledging to beat horror and Halloween themed video games.

That's right! We've taken all of the fun of a marathon and subtracted all of the drudgery of exercise!

The more donations the Nightmarathon receives for the American Cancer Society, the more video games we will have to beat. As games get unlocked, there are ways to donate to ensure the games get harder and more challenging. And sharing links to Nightmarathon, or having certain folks retweet links to Nightmarathon can unlock some achievements too, because ultimately we're trying to invite as many folks to donate to the cause as possible.

We may be taking a little trip to Raccoon City, even....

For example, "Castlevania: Symphony of the Night" will be unlocked if folks can convince the lovely Felicia Day to retweet a link to Nightmarathon.net. Felicia Day is a heroine to many gamers, and she has nearly 2 million followers on Twitter. Even if a quarter of those folks gave just $1 to the American Cancer Society, a huge impact could be made.

And DID I MENTION WE HAVE PRIZES TO GIVE AWAY? They're some seriously sweet prizes too! We have sponsors like Valve, Arenanet, I-Mockery, Zombies & Toys, Another Castle, and World 8. There are video games to win, Portal 2 goodies, Guild Wars II art books signed by the entire dev team, rare plushies, and rad collectibles. Click here for the prize podcast and see some of the loot for yourself!

Here are some of the prizes!

A Portal flashlight....

Cool hats.

Guild Wars II art book, signed by the dev team,
including one member who will be signing it on the stream!

IT IS AN HONOR AND A PRIVILEGE TO TEMPORARILY HOUSE
THESE WONDERFUL TINY ANIMAL CROSSING CREATURES IN OUR HOME.

Pretend you work at Black Mesa with this ultra classy mug.

Monsters under the bed? Not a problem with this Guild Wars charrplush!

People will take one look at this shirt and go "NO WAY!"

Would you like to win a tiny speaking Sentry that makes me truly
uncomfortable? It could be yours on Sunday!

When the check comes, whip out your Counter Strike wallet
and show your date they're dealing with a bad ass!

Starting this Friday, October 26, at 11am we will be streaming this event 24 hours a day all weekend. Which means from October 26-28 you can go to www.nightmarathon.net and watch Ryan, myself, and our friends playing video games, giving away prizes, and generally being silly. Nathan Barnatt is going to make a special guest appearance on the stream! And viewers will be invited to join us in playing Left 4 Dead.We'll be in Halloween costumes, and invite folks to submit pictures of their costumes, pumpkins, and video game art on our Fan Art page.

Internet friends, have you ever wanted to see us in motion or hear our voices? DID YOU KNOW I HAVE A LISP? Find out for yourself this weekend! Keep us company during the day, awake during the night, and we promise to entertain. If anything tune in to see what happens when 10-15 people have to spend the entire weekend in a tiny apartment. THRILL TO THE CHALLENGE OF ONE BATHROOM!

My second Fan Art submission, Lilith and Morrigan from Darkstalkers.

Okay, so that's my fancy pitch, but you folks know me, so you many want to have a more "behind the scenes" scoop.

This all started a few months ago. Ryan's a big fan of the Mario Marathon and Desert Bus, both fantastic gaming marathons that have raised money for charities. He's also a big fan of Halloween and got to thinking about how much fun it would be to hold a horror themed gaming event in October. He put the two ideas together, a charity marathon of horror themed games, and went to our friends to see who would be interested in helping to make it happen. As it turns out, a lot of people were excited to use their gaming skills for a good cause, and the idea grew into a real event. Since then, we've all been working together to select games, contact sponsors, set up a website, test out recording equipment, and get everything ready for this weekend. We even have a friend flying in from the east coast on Friday!

The American Cancer Society felt like a natural choice when it came to picking a charity. We've both lost folks close to us to cancer, as have some of the people playing in the event. I imagine almost everyone knows someone who has been touched by this terrible disease. If we could play video games and stick it to cancer? Well, what's better than that?

So now that you know just what the Nightmarathon is, I hope you'll tune in and spread the word! If anyone has any questions on how to watch, donate, or where to go, please email me at pseudooctopus@gmail.com and I will be happy to walk you through it! One of the more entertaining results of planning this event has been explaining what a stream is to some of our family members :) If you don't know what a stream is, it's like a free tv channel online! Basically, if you have a computer that can handle moving footage and you go to www.nightmarathon.com at 11am Pacific Time (2pm Eastern Time) on Friday, you will see us playing in the screen on the website! That's it! And you can watch it anywhere there's an Internet connection. It's great, you'll love it.

Please, please, go "like" Nightmarathon's Facebook page and follow our Twitter! We'll be sending out updates on those pages, and we need our numbers to look big and juicy in time for the weekend!

See you Friday, when you can tune into the Nightmarathon to find out if I ever found a 1980s sequin dress for my Halloween costume that hides my baby bump. I'll probably do another blog post before then, to update you as we get the apartment ready and I bake up a lot of snacks to keep our players fueled!

Pirate Princess

The title of this post is a little misleading. I'm not quite sure if this pretty lady is actually a pirate princess. She's certainly some kind of fairy princess (fairy princesses have the best hair), and most likely nautical given her fashions and surroundings. Whomever she might be, she looks deep in thought plotting her next course across the seas.

Pirate fairy princess nautical gal.

The ship sailing the high seas of her hair.

A detail of her face.

What's a fairy princess without an animal companion?

Or two?

Last night's sketch.

It was hard to get a good scan of her, because the colors in this one are very light and light scans get a bit washed out. I played with it a little in Photoshop to adjust the levels, and finally have the print very close to the original painting.

Hope you're having a great Friday! It's windy, rainy, and beautiful out here, a lovely October evening!