Ok, the REAL Idalina is ever so much lovelier than my poor painting. But this is what I managed to slap down in about two and a half hours. Heavens! This 30 painting marathon is taking a toll on my painter's pride. It's so hard to let an evening's work suffice for the task at hand. It's accomplishing the overall objective... to oil up my rusty painting muscles and rusty painting brain... but it's wearing on my need to turn out something worthy.