The base is on, here she is, looking serene on my workbench, holding her plate of fried eggs. Her eyeballs haven't been carved on yet, and that bothers me, looking at her. But other than that, and a little bit of cleaning up around her edges, she's just waiting to get her dressing up of paint. I like the way the cups and saucers, forks and spoons, surround her, support her and direct you to her. She fits right in my my sisterhood of other waitresses carved in wood.
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