Today would have been Tasha Tudor's 93rd birthday.
Not only does her artwork bring you joy and peace, but she lived her life as beautifully and meaningfully and inspirationally as any picture she painted. She was indeed intentionally peaceful and joyful.
For us, I'm waiting for nightfall and becoming increasingly sceptical about finding a river to float the cupcakes down (you can see a picture of this Tasha tradition on Clarice's blog). Oh, well, I'll think of something.
In the meantime, (because our normal Gibson day looks so unlike a Tudor day) we are meeting friends to put together those co-op packets and then we have ballet then two soccer practices (see, I told ya), so this morning we are painting our Sparrow Post and the girls are each decoupaging their own Button Box.
Hopefully I'll be able to pull off our tea and elevenish party tonight and get pictures to share.