Now whose idea WAS it to stage one of the most important ceremonies of my daughter's life HERE, IN OUR HOUSE, IN OUR GARDEN???And it's not going to be a small wedding, either. It started out small, but don't they all. I'm such a perfectionist, of course---every one of the 360 degrees of the garden surrounding the house is being groomed, planted, cajoled, bribed and, when needed, threatened.
Here are the only two sketches I've managed to do in the last while. One is of my constant companions. The other is of my daughter last Wednesday night, having her gown fitted. One more fitting to go. I purposely chose an angle which would not tell too much about the style of the gown---don't want to spoil the surprise. The front of the gown is where most of the drama lies.
On a much sadder subject---the precious son of one of my closest friends was in an horrific auto accident a week ago. He is in a coma, but the doctors and his parents and sister and all of us who are their friends are very hopeful that he will pull through. Our whole community is wrapping their collective arms around the family and making sure they have all the support we can muster.