Found another one. I have no idea how she reached them hanging from a wall sconce but she sure did ruin them. Since it's turned cold and snowy, the brats have decided the house is a good place to be, as long as we don't touch them. Bud likes to sit on my lap, and I can sometimes scratch the other two, but that is not the norm. I would like to order a cat tree for them but they are so filthy that I must have a cover over those carpeted rests. I'm not sure Big Bud would even fit from what I've seen in the stores. Seriously. They love their cardboard boxes, maybe we can rig a stand for them.
I don't know where this came from but found another Santa, this one on teal linen. Must be from my SIL. Using brighter colors (especially teal) would not be an option for me, but to my surprise I love him. Who would think that a bland, raw, unbleached, natural kind of gal would fall in love with aqua-man? They say the older we get the more we need color, in clothing, shoes, cars, jewelry. Why is that? So our failing eyesight can see it? To attract butterflies? To stand out in a crowd when we get lost? To keep us awake and alert? Maybe a little color in our stitching would be a good thing.
I'm going for a pair of glasses after therapy tomorrow and wanted something a little larger which seems to be the style. I chose a square-ish thin black frame and everyone likes the thick rounded tortoise shell ones that are smaller. Not sure about that.
Have a good day folks.
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