oh my
oh my
oh my
neeeeeeds to come live with me
i know they would be so happy with me
Little Lady would coo over them
Little Man would want to eat them (or store them in his cheeks)
Handsome Man would look at them
and then look at me
and then remind himself that he fell in love with my whimsical insanity.
i see them perched on my dresser perhaps?
no... on Mantle?
with Henry perhaps?
sigh.
what is it about vintage brass figurines
that make my heart go a pitter-patter??
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