I think the next challenge has already been open for a week—this time it's children's party invitations—but I haven't even started yet. For some reason, I seem to be most motivated just before the deadline. I snuck these graduation designs in just under the wire. the party invitation deadline is next week, so if you know of any big theme trends in children's parties (I've been out of the loop on that for awhile) shoot me a message! Thanks for looking and voting!
I've been so wrapped up in getting out invitations and now working on the ketubah that I've forgotten about keeping up on blog posts. Plus there was the trip to Indiana University for the future SIL's graduation and then moving Rachel home from KU and working in some "real" work along the way. Here's a quick pic I snapped after just getting started. I don't know yet if this will be "the one." There are so many things that can go wrong along the way, the watercolor painting, white ink linework, Hebrew calligraphy, and English calligraphy. So, I've allowed plenty of time for do-overs.
I'll try to get the invitation pictures up here tomorrow. Maybe some graduation pictures, too.
For now, though, I think it's off to watch the recording of Parenthood, eat a little cup of ice cream, and then find my nice soft pillow to rest my head for the night. Sweet dreams? Not likely with the wedding less than two months away.
My baby is graduating. I spent the day designing and printing party invitations, and then stuffing envelopes with announcements and senior photos. They'll go out in the mail tomorrow and then there's no turning back. We'll celebrate her 18th birthday and the end of high school, which has been a very fun, exciting time for Boyd and me. In August she'll head off to Peoria to study Spanish Teacher Education at Bradley University. In the meantime, I'll enjoy watching her head off to prom Saturday night with a great group of friends, celebrate at the orchestra banquet, finish up the last few weeks of school and rejoice at her accomplishments these past four years, and the 14 wonderful years before those. Mingled with all of the excitement will be tears—both of joy and sadness. Time has gone much too fast and I'm not ready to give her up. I don't know if I ever will be.