Once upon a time, I said to myself, I will not be one of those bloggers who posts baby pictures. Little did I know I'd not only have a great-grand daugther but that her mother would be a fledgling photographer who somehow would come up with a rose baby hat and an amazing little boa of roses as well.
Little Stella isn't quite ready for her photo, Mr. DeMille; she thought she'd just sleep through the whole thing.
Wasn't that a nice valentine's message to receive from my granddaughter?
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!