it would appear that i have gone from
rescuing 'thrift store slips' from the racks of despair
saving 'forsaken souls' from the shelves of despair
it would appear i cannot walk past a shelf of figurines
without them talking to me,
notifying me of the color they would best suit
and how they are very good at keeping their little eyes closed
it would appear i may have lost my tiny mind but
i am going to take a chance with a little gathering of thrifted
'forsaken souls' that now reside upon my studio mantlepiece
and add them
to my little store on friday...
there will be pretty birdies
there will be a wise owl
there will be thee deer
there will be a little leaf
and there will also be other 'rejects',
including a pesky squirrel,
all busy drying in my laundry room as i tippity type
each little forsaken soul comes with their very own doily, button card and cotton spools...
thus, these little sweet 'outcasts' can perhaps look forward to putting their days of abandonment on the 'shelves of despair' behind them...
she has had a 'christmas crafting' epiphany that makes her heart sing out with 'kitschy gleeness' ~ Tif