I found this little chippy white stand at the Goodwill last year. It fit the cloche perfectly. I've had this nappy little nest for quite a few years. It tucked into the cloche just like it was meant to be there.
This is a tiny cloche I purchased at Anthropologie. Looking at this photo I realize that it has a crack in it. I tend to crack or break many, many things. I've pondered and pondered this thinking that truly there must be a meaning. Do I feel that I'm too transparent? Do I feel that I fear perfection? Naww.....none of that.
It just means -
I'm a clutz!!
I put the glass bottle I made a few weeks ago (it also has a crack in it) up on the mantle with an old candlestick holding a glass globe (with NO crack yet) .
My daughter made this house clock eons ago. I purchased the little white bird and the bust of a young girl at - where else? - the Goodwill. I'm going to alter the young girl.
GADS! That sounded hideous!!
I just mean that I'll be adding fairy wings and collaged bits.
And - here's the poor little Christmas lamb. Still tucked way up in the corner on a shelf. I'll put him away with the other Christmas things. I forgot all about him. At least, he's not breakable.