Smelly Babies

Have been donning a new watch and a few new shirts at work. Even hung some new drapes and assembled a new floor lamp at home. All were Christmas gifts, albeit some were from myself. I deserved it, I say. I feel like I've been buying a bunch lately.

The Mom tells me stories of how thrilling it was as a kid (1930s) to make, with her mother (Grandma Guadalupe), baby dolls from wild onions. Mom says she would make the girls have long hair and the boys have short. The girls always would have flowing "dresses" and she'd have them dance and dance and dance, twirling them around. She would be on cloud nine playing with those dolls. She didn't tell me this, but she likely did not know how little she actually had. As a child, she thought she had it all! Time with her mom and her baby dolls, what more do you need or could possibly want?

My Eponine, like most cats, was more thrilled with the box than anything inside it. Or a free pom pom, given to a rabid Cowboy, that might have been left lying around after a big game always provided days of fun. Ribbons strategically tied to chairs were her favorite. There also was a toy mouse or two. I keep finding them in various places. She likely felt she had it all!

I haven't taken down our stockings yet. Will do so this weekend. Seeing them last night while assembling that new lamp reminded me that even smelly little, wild onion baby dolls can be the best. But let me tell you, those new drapes are pretty awesome too.