I want a pony.

Here were my instructions....Ballet.  Horses.  Pink.  Brown.  Erin.  Wait....ballet AND horses?  I immediately felt intimidated by this 11 year old girl.  She's already 100% more well rounded than I am.  And she's 11!!!!   I'm 28 and afraid of riding a horse.  I've only ridden once.  My horse's name was Jazz. I should have known better.  Jazz rhymes with Spaz.  

Here's the finished product...The "Erin"!

The coolest thing about this painting is that Erin's Dad ordered it for her.  I thought it was sweet.  

Erin, you have cool hobbies.  You're like a jock(ey) and a ballerina all in one.  You have a cool dad, a cool piece of art on your wall now....  And a really cool name.  :)  Enjoy!