However, it is not these little things that I'd like to talk about today. No, it's actual little things. Tiny, wee things. Cutesy pretty (and not so pretty) things. Yes, lately I've developed a fondness for tiny treasures.
|I made this owl out of sculpy clay.|
|I found this female alien figurine in a parking lot. See the bow in her hair? Or, attached to her head, rather.|
|Most of these items came from thrift shops, Goodwill, and yard sales. The exception being the amazing morel mushroom hanging up on the right (a sculpy creation made by my friend Stephanie) and the flower fairy made by my friend Jade.|
|My friend Anne made this mini painting, which I adore. The frame came from the thrift shop.|
|The little bear that started it all. Thanks, Lila!|
|Happy rock person with tiny mushroom key holder found at a yard sale (ten cents). I created the black bird using sculpy clay. To the right is a mermaid figurine made by Jade.|
While on a recent thrifting shop to St. Stephen I discovered a red wooden display shelf for teeny tiny tchotchkes. I had been searching for something like this for a long time as my kitchen windowsill was getting a bit crowded. This was a perfect deal at $3 so I snapped it up.
|Sweet wee baby booties that are knit on needles barely bigger then a matchstick!|
|This mustache embroidery hoop wall art is three inches in diameter and is for sale in my Etsy shop.|
Now to make a special space in my home specifically for these little objects. The side of a kitchen cabinet facing the dining area seemed the perfect spot. It's out of the way but has a high visibility factor. I mean, I want my things to be admired and adored by all, naturally! (Thank you, Anne and Dana, for sufficiently oohing and ahhing over my littles collection the other morning, by the way. Great job!) That space is now home to the doodads and miniature artworks that I have collected over the past year or so. The wonderful part is that since I have either scavenged or thrifted most of the items, I feel just fine parting with them whenever I tire of looking at them.
|The Great Wall of Little Things|