Pasta IS Fancy.

And so it was that one by one, my 'theatre daughters' left our nest & flew away to Study Land once more. (That's what happens when you have an in-house recycling system and a compohst system and you favour early bedtimes; you get to be Mom.)

Yup. Aren't they lovely?

For Jenny, there was only one way to say goodbye: 
  The manifestation of Pasta as truly Fancy.

c.f.: A Fancy Backstory.

Invite:
 "pasta is fancy. i'm cooking pasta. come eat pasta. pasta.pasta.pasta. you get the picture."

Prompting some good questions from the Invitees
         as well as a few conflicts of interest:

   Katie:  "Will there be pasta?"
   Emily: "I'm allergic to pasta.
  Can you make me steak instead?"
                 
 Nonetheless, fancy preparations progressed: 

(Pasta! Penguin! Craft!)
 

with Homemade Garlic Bread.
Très Fancy.

..............................

Household.

 Another ae fond goodbye:

08-09-16: 

Jenny: nikki, why are you so fancy?

me: because i like pasta and i'm short

......

08-06-16:

Jenny: "Nikki, you're so talented!"

me: "It's because I'm short. 

God had to give me something to make up for being this close to the ground." 

JK crafted it. So clever & so pretty!