Emma's the younger daughter of my husband's birding buddy. I traded a portrait of his older girl for his help remodeling the kitchen, and the final one of Emma for help on a new front porch. If only he had more kids we'd be looking really good around here.
Jazz, thanks for preferring the self portrait. It's up on a guest room shelf now, semi banished by the family aesthetics police. Maybe I'll do another and make myself look more jolly.
I'd like to be a tad calculating; it has a "soap opera anti heroine, pushing way to the top" sound.