Yes- I do have a few Santas left
after I gave away my collection last year.
My four adult children
snatched politely picked
out their favorites before
their siblings could take one
There were no arms broken in the process.
However, I kept a few of my favorites.
Here is one I got from a co-worker many years ago.
Isn't he pretty? The little wooden box is a miniature cedar chest
that belonged to my Mother.
The little basket in front was sent to me by a dear blogging friend.
I also love this Santa.
He sits on the little Paris table I painted last year.
He is more folk-artsy.
Here is what keeps him company.
A bird's nest in a cloche and the mix sign
from the old stockyard my Dad took me to when I was a child.
There is a sweet bird painting by my friend, Laurie.
Yes- I know you can see the "wires" -
That's a No-No I am told.
Close your eyes and ignore them , okay?
Forgive the lighting.
I am using a different camera and
can't figure out what I am doing.
No- It has nothing to do with being blond!
Here are a couple more Santas that I
painted on slates back in the late 80's.
I think I saw these images on Christmas cards
and copied them as best I could.
Again-sorry about the lighting.
never get the hang of it.
AND-Just so you know,
just when I thought things were calming down in
There seems to be a new development here, folks.
Isn't there an old song called
Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places?
He's a fast mover!
Pop in tomorrow for the continuing soap opera saga of
As The Elf Turns
I will be sewing today!