The saga of the pink dress continues

I received this e-mail from my brother William:

Hey Ellen,
   Mac told me about the resurrection of the blog  and I showed it to Pam tonight. She immediately started   reflecting upon the dress.  I told her to hold on and start over and I would try to type it out as spoken:

"Ellen, there is no way you can ever throw away the pink dress.  Not only did your mother tell me the story many times, but over half a year's diary [Pam has the daily logs Mama wrote for years, and they are hilarious] was dedicated to it.  Your mother said more time was spent on that dress than on most bride's dresses.  But, as your mother said,"It was worth it!" .... so don't ever think of throwing that dress away. It should go to the Lowndes County Historical Society."

Love you,
wm&pam

The pink dress, back in its place, hanging on the ladder to the loft

I wrote William back and said that explained it:  my overwhelming impulse was Mama saying,"Ellen, you get yourself right back out there this minute, and get that pink dress out of the trash!"

There are piles of paintings in my studio in varying stages of completion.  I think it's called Attention Deficit Disorder.

I just unearthed this old watercolor sketch I painted of Max a few years ago, and I really like it now.