A fire in the hand.
Ever just felt the urge to create the biggest mess you can? I did, and that's how missy here was born. This is, quite simply, a glorified finger-painting.
My grandfather doesn't like it because she has no face. He thinks I should paint one on, but truthfully, I can't be bothered. :p So, so lazy...
I've packed her away now though. There's no where to hang her in the house, so she'll just sit in my cupboard until I move out or do a huge spring cleaning and accidently break the framework and throw her away, poor thing.