Little Lamb and the Miniatures

We are sure that someone loved this little lamb (as if you couldn’t). He’s a bit worn, as all really-loved things should be, I think. He’s even got a seat, so really little ones don’t have to balance on Lambie.

The dolly was given to her by another avid collector. She has some friends: 

Last but not least, my sister loves miniature things (as do I) and this little collection sits in her bedroom, just because. The little silver (robot? tin man?) was given to her by one of her boys because they thought it should belong in the collection. (As if you could turn down an offer like that).

They decided to take a dip into her button collection. Through the warm colourful waves they floated……  

(Is there anyone alive who doesn’t appreciate a good button collection?)

It started with the lion

It started with the lion. Well, her collecting didn't. Her opshop bargains, garage sale pounces, market gems, gifts and occasional lavish offerings by friends and strangers have been going on for years.

She was sure that surely someone else would appreciate her magnificent lion plate, the one that she loved so much she almost choked / cried when she saw it, and that it just needed to be appreciated and beloved. Alas it only found one other admirer, in a sister (me, to be exact). Well, the kind of rapturous delight it called for, anyway.

So, this is a blog-by-proxy, for my internet-deprived and non-internet-savvy sibling. Who also wishes to sort of remain anonymous and wants her collection of prize finds to be adored by an appreciative general public, but to remain her secret special collection all the same :)

Or in any case that the lion might find at least one other admirer to appreciate his loveliness.

(Does the lion not bring to your mind the song 'The Lion Sleeps Tonight' (except he's a good lion, this one), or a childhood story I loved called 'The Lion in the Meadow'. You should really get a hold of that one:) )