well, my parents have said they are going to send out their baby grand to our little house in the midwest. i hope it fits through our front door! it will eat up some space for sure inside but i envision a room like this where the piano takes on a personality of its own - breathing more passion, more life into our home and lives. i look forward to hearing sticky little fingers run up and down the black and white keys - at first banging out a tune or two. then will come the songs that sound like rain falling or reindeer on a rooftop. won't that be fine. we shall see.
human? really. i am speechless. my husband called me a sea monster when I was pregnant with my last. i devoured everything in sight. i was shaped like a refrigerator box. genetics are incredible. if i carried a little peanut like she does i would have had 10 for sure. bless her belly!
i wish i knew who she was - and if she went to lots of parties and had a closet full of dresses almost exactly like this one but in different fabrics and colors. when i see a painting like this it is like being introduced to someone new. i bet her fan was from an admirer, a lover. there is something about her that tells me she did not just sit in her parlor and read books or sew quietly by a window framed in lace. there is some fabulous story regarding that feather sitting atop her braided crown. what do you think?
gwen. 
