We've got paper mache trays,
terra cotta hearth dogs,
(still with Christmas bows, apparently!)
hand painted plates,
Staffordshire (esque) dogs,
chairs and ottomans,
needlepoint pillows in the family room,
and needlepoint in the bedroom.
You get the idea. I could go on and on. Sadly all of these pretty things do not give me the comfort, companionship and love that the real thing does. I'm hoping that it will soon be a good time for us to open our home and hearts to another English Springer. When I'm ready, Mr. Pressed Pants isn't and vice versa. We'll get there!
I'm going to share this post at the following parties:
Open House Friday
Wow Us Wednesday
Show and Tell Friday