Adella has been working away getting ready for her Nationals audition and her All-State concert.  It's a treat to listen to her, and a thrill to hear her persist and get better and better.
She turns this crazy looking thing into the sound of pure bliss.
Hanging out and listening to her play, I got little caught up in her earring collection.  These bicycles are among her favorites.
Later that day, she asked me to pose for a photo project in which she had to get somebody to pose a la Marilyn Monroe.  There were no pretty dresses and subway vents for me--just an eyelash curler (a very strange thing that looks like an instrument of torture) and a tube of lipstick and "stare out the window" and "run your fingers through your hair."  It was fun.  I'm no Marilyn Monroe, to be sure, but my daughter made me feel like a million bucks.  It's part of the privilege of hanging around the house.

Our World Tuesday