You will not believe it... well you might. I pulled the Arc Angel out of the closet, the noise was getting a bit deafening. Then carefully lifted it out of the Made in China box. There he stands in all his chipped & scratched plastic splendor. Actually it may be a girl angel, (with bird in hand), but the long haired Arc dude is more suited to my fancy. Flipped him on his head to read the Made in China sign, and what do I find: The Price Tag from G's department store. Dear mother always leaves the price tag on things, encase we are not appreciative enough.!
I have gotten items from a garage sale of hers, that didn't sell, passed on to me (with Much ado, mind). Always, with price tag still attached. (50 cents, no sale! gift it to Brighid) I seem to be the only one in the family that is afforded this dubious honor. Oh not true, Marymine is also, or at least she was before mother got miffed at her for not going up to see her.
The Angel is out of the Box.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
My mother, my mother, I told her a long time ago that Marymine collects unusual angels, in a small way. And on occasion has given me a special one. What does mother get me for my birthday, but, a rather LARGE Arc Angel. Beautifully done in dented & scratched plastic. Now mother is calling every few days to hear where I have placed this, ah, Angel in my garden. I have so far, a few weeks mind you, stalled with the (lie) story of "these things must speak to us of where they should be placed". Little does she know, that Angel is having a heck of a time speaking to anyone from inside that box in the back of the workroom closet. I tried to get Marymine to take him for a while, sort of a perpetual Angel thing. She in all kindness said, "Mom, yeah, NO!" I just need to have someone send up a flare if they see mother headed this way...