This plush little blushing Santa is so very colorful in his suit of pink, blue and green. He was bought when we unexpectedly found ourselves in Australia for Christmas, celebrating another two, before moving to Canada.
Our belongings had been packed up months earlier for transporting to Canada. Then came the GFC, postponing our move. Christmas was in two weeks, decorations were needed. It would be four months before our belongings returned to us.
What’s not to love about this cute little owl nestled amongst the branches of our foyer Christmas tree, keeping his delicate glass self out of harms way?
At least one hopes this owl is out of harms way. With two cats that seem to digress to kitten mode whenever the temperatures begin dropping, it’s hard to know for certain!
This is Herbert. I’d popped into the grocery store last month to simply pick up some milk and came away with Herbert. Herbert being the name the woman behind me in line named him. It stuck. He looks like a Herbert.
Herbert really is rockin’ the rustic vibe with all those pine-cones, twigs and burlap. His facial expression though for me is priceless. He really does appear to be quite shocked at being called a Llama.
Llama is the One Word Photo Challenge from Tourmaline this week.
When I first began preparing the house for Christmas last month, this small metal trivet actually had a ten-inch glass cloche covering the candle and baubles. It did have. Note, past tense.
Since then, Sir Fergus on one of his nightly escapades, on jumping through the foyer/dining room alcove, knocked one of the candle stick holders onto the trivet. Interestingly the glass didn’t shatter there. Oh no, that would have been WAY too easy.
Bizarrely the cloche somehow was knocked completely off the trivet onto the ground where it shattered into a thousand pieces. All I wanted was a quick coffee before my shower but instead there I was searching for broken glass… ugh!