What a weekend... talk about memories. There were 19 of us, all sorting through a house full of memories. My mother-in-law had style, let me tell you. Women wore some strange costumes in the middle of the last century. And you may see some of them resurrected on the backs of her lovely granddaughters as they stroll about Boston and New York. Keep an eye out for one fur collared white sweater will you? It's a knockout. As for the painting- The sorting crew had a lovely, fancy dinner together on Saturday night. There were cocktails (thought of you, Kelley MacDonald), delicious food, and very pretty flowers, some of which I popped into a vase to paint. Best of all, I think, were the toasts. Verbal ones, not the pointed kind that go with caviar.
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