Prom!

Peg's doing Zoë's nails this morning in the living room. They're discussing eyebrows, eyeliner and all that girly stuff that's off my radar (welding steel tubing, not a problem; applying makeup...not so much).

Zoë has Guster blasting on iTunes in the kitchen. Fun to hear them chatting.

This is Phase One in a day-long process. Around 3 it's showtime for hair and makeup. Then the gown and heels. Late this afternoon our friend Bruce Patt is going to photograph her "group date" (nine kids, both genders). Then dinner at a neighborhood restaurant and on to the dance.

Zoë told us last night the anticipation and preparation is the best part--the dance itself is okay, but not great, sometimes depending on the ratio of fun dance music to not so fun rap.

And me? Our little patch of grass in the back yard is so long it's gone to seed. The weed whacker is calling...