My boss just got back from his granddaughters' christening this weekend. Little lovely twin bundles of joy... dressed in beautiful christening gowns fashioned from fabric from their Mother's wedding gown. I thought that was so clever... the woman who designed her gown had leftover fabric. Then my mind wandered (not unusual) to those of us without access to a seamstress hoarding silk... Perhaps new christening gowns could still transform into modern heirlooms with a bit of lace from Grandmother's gown... a button from Mother's... the mind boggles... and yet... and yet...
For a long time, more than a year, I haven't want to paint or draw or even
write. It was as if all my creative juices had drained away. I told myself
it ...

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