Some little cobbler man that my grandmother had at her house for many a year?
The patron saint of shoes? ~which would be awesome considering how many shoes I have.
A throw back to the age of gilded statuettes?
I don't know.
But I love him.
He's brassy-gold in color.
Chipped and a little worn.
Certainly not a decorator's idea of what "goes" in a room.
But I love him, love him, love him.
And that makes him worthy of a happy spot right by the fireplace, for all to see.
So, I'm curious. What do you have in your house that doesn't "go"?
That maybe your a little embarassed of, but that you love so much you will never part with it?
Is it like my little cobbler? Or something better, like a dream catcher, or that platter with the goose on it?
And for tomorrow, I am going to tell you my hands down, without a doubt, most embarassing story ever! It's better than the time I was doing the splits at school, and split my pants. It's more humiliating then the time I tripped in front of Jeff when we were first dating and could only think to say "ta da!" with a little flourish of my hands.
Stay tuned.
our home is decorated in what my friends once called "Early Student Ghetto."
ReplyDeleteSo you could pick almost anything from a plethora of items.
But I love them all -- especially since most were FREE (my favorite word).
For sure - patron saint of shoes. Without a doubt.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to have to think on this one...I know there's something in this hodge podge of a home!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait for tomorrow's story!
amy, i remember when you said "ta-da" with your little gesture...i was thinking about it the other day and laughing quietly to myself picturing you do it. and then you wrote about it.
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