the most beautiful car

Saturday afternoon, H grabbed a couple of scissors, disappeared into the bedroom and shooed me away whenever I tried to ask what he was doing there. Half an hour later, he sent me to the loo, and when I came back, I found this on the table:

It's the goddess's birthday :-)) so our daily paper had a special feature. And H's work is almost as beautiful as the 40 die-cast models of her I have waiting to be picked up at my dad's place :-))))