u/catespice

Have gotten interested in vintage polishes and this was in a stash of old polish. Does anyone have any info on it or the brand? Google is not helping.

Original thread is here

I emailed the very gracious artist, Peter Andrew Jones, and received this answer on the subject:

>Hi Caitlin,

>As you say, it is a very long time ago, and I cannot recall how the idea for the image came about.

>What I can say, is that my involvement with Lone Wolf began in the mid-1980s, with Editions Gallimard in Paris, and at that time communications were by fax and tended to be of a contractual nature, with no art-direction from the publisher as far as I recall. 

>Also, believe it or not, publishers generally were pretty bad at providing either a manuscript, an actual copy of a book, or any text to respond to, so it is possibly the case that I just had to "make it up on the spot" with no external input in order to meet a very tight delivery deadline.

>But that really is just a guess.

>Around 1990, when Joe Dever asked the UK publisher (then Red Fox) to use my cover art, because of higher sales from using my work on his books in the French market, which meant Red Fox had to license use of that direct from me, and as a result were actually using the works I had created for Gallimard, that Joe and I struck-up a positive and very useful relationship, via telephone chats, and as such I was then able to focus on his views and desires from then on.

>He was a really great guy to work with, very open to ideas and suggestions, and I enjoyed the whole experience so much.

>But, no, I have no actual idea what triggered this particular image.  

>Thanks.

>Peter

So there you have it, u/Gaucelm!

As the title says. My bio mother took her own life at 45, then my dad did the same 13 years later. My stepmother and I hate each other's guts so haven't spoken a word in almost 20 years. She's not my real mother anyway, cliched as that sounds.

But my husband's mother is 93 - she had him at 40. She had a terrible fall last year and broke her left shoulder and her right hand. We've been her primary carers for the last 12 months since then and it's been HARD. I have almost nothing in common with her. She's hard of hearing and I hate raising my voice. My husband can no longer work as he has to look after her 24/7. I work full time, but earn too much for my husband to qualify for any kind of carer benefits. As awful as it is to say out loud, supporting three people on my wage is a strain and I can feel us slowly slipping into the red.

On top of that, we don't have lives anymore, really. We need to always be available to care for her and can only leave her alone unsupervised in certain circumstances for short periods. We can never go away, we can never get a break from her. Up at 6am every morning for her pills and morning routine, randomly dealing with toilet accidents and giving me toilet anxiety because I don't want to be in the toilet in case it stops her being able to go and she then has an accident because I'm in there. It seems like she hears me in the toilet, then suddenly realises she has bodily needs and urgently needs the bathroom while I'm in there. We think she's probably had ADHD her whole life, but nobody got diagnosed back in the 30s/40s.

We know that a single bad covid or flu infection will kill her, so we mask everywhere outside the house and avoid everything social - even since before her fall, because we were part-time caring for her before that, bringing her meals, helping around the house, etc. I haven't hung out with my friends properly in literal years. As I said earlier, we don't qualify for any kind of support, and she would immediately lose her mind and die in respite care. In hospital she nearly went totally mad because she's unable to cope at night without a comprehensive routine and setup that we can only provide her at home. One year on she's just starting to recover from the hospital acquired dementia and dear god it's been hard to deal with.

I don't feel bad at all saying that I'm waiting for her to pass on so I can get my life back. I never thought I'd deal with this, not having parents of my own. I love my MIL because in many ways she is/was a great person, but she's also changed my life for the worse in so many ways. I've had 'friends' say that they would have left already, because it's not their responsibility. I can't do that, emotionally and ethically, but I do often feel trapped and like my life is slipping away. I just hope my marriage survives this, and that i survive this.

Thanks for letting me rant.

Edit: I'm in New Zealand, so advice based on living in the USA is not relevant, sorry.