So, earlier this month, Theo spent a week with us on his way back from the Sinai before heading to Ft. Bragg. As is his wont, he brought his parents and siblings gifts from overseas.
We know what that means, right? It means that there are a couple of newcomers to what has become a considerable collection of camels.
|Sandstone on the left, and I guess plastic on the right|
These fine specimens join their fellows, featured on this blog a good 2 years ago:
|Wooden ones, from Tunisia|
|I forget where this guy comes from|
|Leather, from Morocco|
|The saddles open up on these|
Also, and totally unrelated, I thought that this was the year I had actually managed to pack up ALL the Christmas tchotchkes without leaving any behind. Alas, as usual, I was wrong. While I was cleaning up before history class this afternoon, I discovered these lovelies hiding on my dining room hutch:
|A pair of left-behind candle holders|
What's annoying is that we haven't used these in years, because I keep forgetting to get candles for them. And even if I did get candles for them, we probably wouldn't use them much, as I am terrified of open flames around children. The whole time they'd be lit, I would be shouting "Watch out!" and waiting for someone's hair to catch fire.
I'm a lot of fun.
So the question is, should I let these things knock around the house the entire year (as the Matryoshka Santa did all last year) or should I just give them away to someone who is less pyrophobic than I am? I can't decide.