Monday, December 01, 2008
Soon after I received the wonderful package from Monica described in my last post, I played around a bit with one of the cat faced forms. Added a few beads and gave him a pair of shoes.
I get the impression he may be the type that puts on just enough of a costume for Halloween in order to blend in, then steals candy from the unsuspecting - he just looks mischievous like that to me. I'm pretty sure that's why he needed sneakers!
I am ready to move on to Christmas now, am looking forward to going through decorations and finding my Christmas music. It's certainly cold enough here, we've had snow now for a couple of days. Not too much, just a bit more than a dusting. Even though I don't like the cold so much, I find the landscape beautiful when it's covered in fresh snow.
Halloween is a memory now, the decorations are packed away - that means this little guy needs a home. Would you like him to come live with you? If so... leave a comment on this post and I'll add your name to a drawing for him. I'll take names until midnight (eastern time) on Friday (December 5) and let you know the name drawn on Saturday.
I hope you're having a great week!
Leaves of Grass
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body - Walt Whitman