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I love the story of this “renovation” so much. The idea that someone thought they could do it, got in over their head, and just iteratively kept making it worse is so funny to me. “I think the eyes were here? And… and they were looking up a bit, right? And I’m pretty sure he was smiling… and had a mustache… that doesn’t make him look like an open-mouthed baboon does it? No, you’re right, what we’ve got is really close enough. I don’t think it’s that different, is it? I mean, I can tell because I’m a painter, but no one else is going to notice.” Bless their hearts.
So I was reading up about it a little, and apparently the lady did get some kind of spoken agreement from the priest that she could restore it:
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-19349921
“(The) priest knew it! He did! How could you do something like that without permission? He knew it!”
and the priest then washed his hands of her once she botched it.
That being said, the piece is getting so much attention that the little church is raking in donations, and the woman is now sueing for a piece of the pie:
what happened to Sunday?
Sunday’s child is fair of face
sunday is just the dread of the following day
@tetris11
Whats is the point of this perversion?“The holes we fill on the weekend are not enough”
“True spiritual fulfillment comes only from within”
“Let he who hath need of honeys, sup the milk of paradise instead.”~ Scripture, verse X:Y
That last line is why I hang out with hookers.
