|These slippers! I'm currently wearing them and am in love. |
I'm also trying to figure out a plan that would enable me to
wear these to work. Subterfuge would play a large part.
All the secret stuff has happened between then and now. I took some pictures and all will be revealed in just a couple of days. I'm thinking Wednesday-ish. For now, I'm going to offer up some Christmas treats for your viewing pleasure. I found these little wonders at an estate sale, probably a month and a half ago. How did I manage to keep them secret, keep them safe for so long? It was all part of my master plan...
|These vintage Christmas candles are carefully wrapped in wax paper. |
And believe me, between the vintage wax paper and the vintage
candles, this box and everything in it smells pretty much
like old wax. Not my favorite scent.
|Ta-da! Vintage Christmas candles.|
|There are four choirboys total.|
|One little guy in an igloo.|
|One chapel (one tiny choirboy). One Virgin Mary?|
|Six reindeer. One tree.|
|Only one Rudolph.|
|One slightly surprised, yet jolly, Santa.|
Of course, I could never burn these candles--which makes me wonder what, exactly, is their purpose? I imagine the woman who owned them probably arranged them on a dresser with angel hair. Every year the same careful arrangement. Or maybe she scattered them around the house. She'd put the choirboys in the kitchen, on a window ledge over the sink (next to a Christmas cactus!). The reindeer would sit on top of the television. The Virgin Mary on the nightstand. The sparkly tree on the counter in the bathroom. The chapel on a bookshelf. And the Santa on the telephone table (because she definitely had one). A place for everything and everything in its place.