I’ve got all my ducks in a row.

I know. Groan.

More from Heidi’s shop: these vintage wooden ducks were in a baggie with some other items – most of which I trashed. The ducks were what I had my eyes on. Aren’t they sweet? They remind me of another era, of simple wooden toys, of a non-high tech existence. I had to bring them home. They are safely nestled in with the egg cups that are on display in the den.

This chalkware bride and groom cake topper came home with me, too. The poor things are missing a bit of paint here and there. The bride had a yellow waxy stain on her bodice and in one of the folds on the back of her dress. After using my finger nail to remove as much of it as I could, I grabbed some white paint and her bodice looks bridal once more. This piece is heavy and large.

There they are in the studio cabinet with their new friends. You can see how tall they are in relationship to the others. The cake topper right in front of them and to the right is the very first one I acquired. Also chalkware. I won it in a blog giveaway.

That’s what happens, you know. You get one thing. You like it. You find yourself starting to look for others when you are out and about. I have eight of them now. But I acquire them slowly. There’s no rush. And no eBay this time. I like the hunt. If I happen to see one when I’m in a shop, I examine it closely. If it’s too battered, I leave it there. But if it’s artfully aged, like my newest, I’ll get it.

They need a home, you know. At one time they were on the top of the world, basking in the joy of a celebration, symbolizing a happy union – and now they are sitting at the back of some some shelf in a shop.

Poor things.

And they are just kitschy enough to be fabulous.

Don and I got married in a simple and lovely ceremony with two couples sharing our joyous day. We had a cake, but no cake topper. I didn’t want one.

But now I do.

Go figure.

Happy Saturday.