This afternoon I saw the flutter of angel wings. Several, but one stayed in character the whole tableau. Granddaughter, Kennedy, couldn't have been more proud wearing her angel dress made by both grandmas and mom. In a former life it may have been a Judo uniform. All she would have needed was a little pixie dust, and she would have been aloft. The program had all the elements of good theatre. It was short, funny, dear, nicely choreographed, and I saw only smiling faces and photo flashes.
Other angels, Claire and Gabrielle accompanied me, then helped me move furniture, wood, and paint. I have the best grandkids. Truly.
There are several new pieces that will be posted in the next few days. Each item needs ONE thing to finish.