... but first I have to reassemble my poor candelabra, which got completely dissected, cleaned, and polished this evening. (Note---this was not so much a Passover chore as a "Good Heavens, who was President when that was cleaned last?" chore, but all of the kids were really excited to take on the task. For the first ten minutes. Then, guess who futzed with it for an hour and a half? Why, yes, that would be me. How clever of you to guess!) It looks better than it has since we brought it home from the store, but (naturally) a piece went missing during The Great Cleanse, so it's all kinds of wobbly. Not cool. And the kids are all sleeping, so I can't even bribe them into tracking down the wayward nut. Nuts!
In other news, my littlest sous-chef did some onion peeling earlier. She was appropriately garbed for her chore. (Yes, I totally wear these while I'm chopping onions. When I had contacts, my baby-blues were impervious to onion tears, but now I'm a regular wuss. I slip these stunning goggles over my shades and look perfectly ridiculous while I'm chopping---and not crying.)
The classes in my studio are coming along really well. Last week we made puzzles and did some printmaking.
I'm looking forward to a new batch of girls' workshops and a ladies group at the end of the month!
Before I head back to the salt mines, here's a peek at the annual Pre-Pesach Picnic: