Day Three Hundred Sixty One

There's Always A Stray. Or Two.

I was sure I had Christmas all tucked away in the attic today. But it just never fails. No matter how many times I scour the house to make sure I got them all, I always find a stray decoration. Or two, in this case. They were under the couch where Eddie Kitty had most likely chased them. That's it, that's all of them. I'm sure of it....

Day Three Hundred Fifty Two

Let's Get Random

Saw these cool vintage boots while browsing at the Nashville Flea Market today. I'd love to have them, but they were too narrow for my big feet. Maybe they were Cinderella's boots.

Where's the rest of this deer? I think he must have joined the Syrian army--with bells on.

Clown face in a box. Has to be a refuge from a Stephen King novel. The flea market is never boring.

Vintage Chanel No. 5. No telling how old this Eau de Cologne is. No price tag on it, but I'm sure it's a bargain.

Experimenting with f-stop settings on my new camera. As you can see, I have no idea what I'm doing. Pretty cool all the same. Either that, or the tree is on fire.

Our two cats were cooped up inside the house while we were gone. I'm sure Buddy snoozed upstairs all day. Eddie, on the other hand, amused himself with knocking Christmas ornaments off the tree and playing with this Santa hat. He's been all over this thing, pouncing on it and dragging it around the room. Crazy kitty.

Day Three Hundred Forty Nine

Christmastime Is Here

Headless self-portrait in a silver ball

Christmas glow

Elijah deer needs some Crazy Glue

Shelby the red-nosed grand daughter deer

Eddie Kitty likes to sleep under the tree

He also likes to play with the tree
It's beginning to look a whole lot like Christmas!