That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for February 11, 2025

That look you get when you realize your blind date is your ex.

/// We can tell by how stiffly she stands.

Doesn’t know what to do with her hands.

The expressions she used—

mouth enthused, eyes confused;

she can’t follow the painter’s commands.

I have been standing here for three hours and you’re still painting the ruffles on my sleeve?!?

“Explain to me again why I’m holding this big bag of fur for my portrait?"

Woman watching her (soon to be) ex-fiance dancing with another woman.

Ethel got dressed up and want to dine at Chic-fil-A and just remembered it was Sunday

The secret life of Millard Fillmore.

Another hour of this won’t kill me however for the creep who keeps wanting me to sow a little more skin He’ll be a Full of brushes man!

“C’mon, Mrs. Gallaty! Loosen up, don’t sulk. Or else years from now people might make fun of you in this portrait! Rude people will copy, modify, distribute and perform the work, even for commercial purposes, all without anyone’s permission.”

“He’s going to f|_|ck this up, I just know he is.”

“Behind every great man there is a surprised woman.”

Maryon Elspeth Pearson

10 seconds later, the artist regretted asking Hilda Watkins if she did topless.

sniff,sniff “Ugh. Another unwashed artist.”

“Ok I’m ready. You’re not wearing that, are you?”

Kansas City fan watching the Super Bowl

Ethyl was wondering if anyone else ever got that not so fresh feeling. (Just aged myself)

Frustrated with all the hard to reach corners, Abigail turns to her trusty 357 Magnum feather duster…

After we hang this portrait, no one will call me fatso again.

Suddenly, Ethyl felt her IBS act up.

Mrs. Fillmore at the moment of realization that she married someone named ‘Millard’.

Very elegant attire, unlike the typical sordid, nasty choices of this century that unladylike women ruin communities with.

Scarcely able to contain her excitement at winning first place in the Finnish national Stoicism Competition, she hastened to her studio to paint her self portrait. She knew that she would never be more beautiful than now, when her young face was suffused with the glow of triumph !

Douglas always enjoyed the secret thrill of wearing his mother’s wedding gown while he did the housework, until the afternoon she returned from her bridge game early.

" Someone’s bottom is going to get a good smack with my fan, if they don’t settle down and start behaving like a young gentleman, Cuthbert! "

Sigh…why on earth did I agree to stand for a portrait? My feet are killing me.

Mrs. John Gallatly: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Ball gowns" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, and Brave search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Wikimedia Category: found and once there find the text string 1753, and click its link for info and links that point to more info (perhaps best viewed by the Google Chrome or Mozilla Firefox browsers, which can automatically translate most webpages if necessary) about this painting. 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3459 (February 11, 2025) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to the blog entry with my comment pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, 8 works by him have been used here (9 times, including a different caption repeat), the April 15, 2024, strip being the prior (the repeat). The April 26, 2023, strip has the prior non-repeat by him.

Well pa, you paid another one off and I see him running out the back door!

“Really? We’re late now, you should have gone 10 minutes ago!”

“Nope. Try all you like, I’m not going to smile.”

“I’d better not find out that Mr. Fillmore has gone to that bar again while I’m in these long posing sessions…”

In a world of putrescent and prudes/

What ecstasy Madam exudes !/

It’s axiomatic-/

She’s always ecstatic!/

Or maybe it’s only the ‘ludes

/// In the hot, sultry summer she planned

to be, by giant ostrich plumes, fanned.

In more mild, cooler weather

she’d donate every feather

to her show-business niece, Sally Rand.