After dinner, the happy dressed-up children (one of mine, two of hers) were a whirling heap of color and tulle:

In an oasis of calm on the other side of the room, Alejna was trying to take their picture:
Chaos, spontaneity, friends. And a good reason to have homemade tomato sauce in jars in the cellar.
I think it's time for another potluck. You'll all come, right?
Yes! Have it in June. When I'm coming to NY.
ReplyDelete;-)
be right there. I'll bring a blueberry pie.
ReplyDeleteI wanna come.
ReplyDeleteCheese plate. Wine.
ReplyDelete*waving to you and alejna*
ReplyDeleteI love children in dress-up clothes.
ReplyDeleteI love this, how fun!
ReplyDeletewhat should I bring?
ReplyDeleteyay! two of my very favorite people and their kids!
ReplyDeletecount me in.
but of course!
ReplyDeleteI would love to come for a potluck! (What, you mean show up at your house *with* food? And not just demanding that you feed me and my two small children?)
ReplyDeletei can bring chocolate chip cookies!
ReplyDeleteI'm jealous! You folks need to come to Texas.
ReplyDeleteI'd send you a cheesecake if I could. But you used up all the dry ice...:D
ReplyDeleteI'm in! And we have a whole bunch of homemade cheese bread.
ReplyDeletehooray!!! Another Wednesday Spaghetti-er! You should think about writing something about this - or reposting this or a variation thereof on the wednesday spaghetti site (wednesdayspaghetti.blogspot.com).
ReplyDeleteSo loving this!