If I had the time, I could wax poetic about how much I loved the work of Tasha Tudor. Many pages of my original scrapbook are full of articles about Tasha and pictures of her beautiful home and surroundings.
Tasha lived her life as many of us only dream of living. The only person I know who comes close to Tasha is my friend, Jewels. :)
My favorite Tasha book "memory" happened many, many years ago when Stephanie was but a toddler. I was shopping with my mother (whom I still miss dreadfully) when I purchased Sasha's illustrated book of The Night Before Christmas. I remember telling my mother that this was Stephanie's favorite illustrator and mom being quite amused that I thought a toddler would have a favorite book, much less an illustrator.
Obviously, she did not know her granddaughter. Later she would not be laughing as Steph not only loved books but images, illustrations, and all things beautiful.
I thought of that long ago shopping trip when I heard Tasha had passed away... a mental photo in a life that has passed by quickly... of a day when three generations of ladies in my family was touched by the work of Tasha.
I don't remember exactly but I can almost assure you Mamaw took the two of us to lunch at a favorite cafeteria where she allowed Stephanie to order mac and cheese, green beans, and red Jello. I am certain she would have told me she would order a piece of pie if I would... as she always did when we went out.
Tasha, Stephanie, and Mom... it doesn't get much better than that.