It doubled the amount of work, since a doll can take as long to create as the clothes she wears. I started asking for interested sewers and was delighted to see the outpouring of enthusiasm. Last night was the first session. Two score women and daughters, and one son, arrived with scissors and extra supplies. Some had a particular little girl in mind, others simply wanted to learn. A handful have done it before while others were eager to try. 

 

I enjoyed the contagion of information, and the abundance of offers to help. We stopped before I wanted, but there is no rush. Next week we meet again, with several more moms who could not come the first time. 

 

I thought again about my failure last year in creating a garden. Perhaps it could have gone differently if I had joined a vegetable party. There is a local community garden, and I have considered joining it. Probably there would be congenial diggers inclined to lend a spade or well timed suggestion. Maybe I too could coax tomatoes to grow. 

 

There are ways to gather in the name of marriage. Gourmet clubs, double dates, support groups come to mind. Having an intention of creating soft relationships, and fruitful families brings meaning to the event. The intermingling of folks who have already tasted success with those who still falter works well.

 

Perhaps you yourself are on the cusp of joining one. Maybe this is the year to take the leap. 

 

 

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