The summer has whizzed by here in Ubud with visitors and work being squeezed into a heavy social calendar Sadly Trudy, who I did the commission for in the last blog entry, lost her husband to a sudden heart attack. She wore the piece for the first time when we scattered his ashes at Mata Hari Beach in Sanur Bali - the only place non Hindu ashes can be scattered. Trudy lost the love of her life and in the pain of that she found she had a treasure she didn't know she possessed. That treasure is the Goddesses. Now you are probably thinking, "Ya airy-fairy Goddesses Oming their way through life." But we are the Growing Old Disgracefully goddesses, a group of martini drinking women with our feet firmly planted on the ground who meet often to laugh, get silly, and talk about life. And we are there for each other as Trudy experienced. Cin cin!
