Both of us woke up way too early this morning, but what can you do? I’m right on the edge of becoming testy, so I’m going to work overtime not to be so. I finished Susan Hill’s latest and now have to make the decision as to what to read next. A quality problem.

Other than that, this is what I’ve been doing – Yesterday, I decided that I would go to the local antique shop that I had planned to visit earlier in the week, but cancelled when I realized I needed to buy outdoor lights at Target. This little multi-dealer shop is very charming. My favorite dealer (the one who sold me the egg cup cubby cabinet) has a booth there. She has booths at three different antique shops, by the way, two of which I’ve been to very recently.

I’ve been wanting to find more putz sheep to add to my mantel shelf over my desk, and though I see them rarely, when I do see them it’s usually around Christmas or Easter. My search had been fruitless so far, but I had a feeling that if anyone carried some putz sheep, it would be this dealer.

As I was drinking coffee and scrolling through IG, I saw that she had two new posts up, both of which concerned her booth at the shop I wanted to visit.

One of them had photos of putz sheep.

Serendipity. And also interesting that she just added the sheep on Friday, so I wouldn’t have seen them had I gone earlier in the week. I scooted on over there and grabbed them. They’re in great condition.

I initially picked two of them and left one behind, but in true Claudia fashion, I felt badly for the one I didn’t pick, so I went back to the booth to retrieve it. I worried it would be lonesome. They’re old, they’re German and I love them.

This one has a bell. It also has a little bow on its tush, which I’ve never seen before.

I added them to my shelf upstairs in the office.

Smile. I love my little sheep. And my Lamb Chops. And a felted sheep that I have in my bedroom. And another fat sheep in the office. So does my sister, who also collects sheep.

If I had limited the damage to the three putz sheep, I would have been fine. But a stroll through the shop revealed other impossible-to-resist treasures.

This striking egg cup, which is actually more of the ecru color of aged ironstone, with a lot of crazing that you can’t see in this photo. I really love it.

This little vintage putz house.

Isn’t it charming? How could I resist?

And this Roseville baby’s plate, something I’ve wanted for a long time. It was so reasonably priced that I had to buy it.

It’s very heavy.

It now lives upstairs in the cabinet that holds some of my Roseville.

After that little treasure hunt, I came home, took photos of everything because I’m a blogger, and then started in on the decorating of mini Christmas trees, which turned out to be frustrating for a while until I figured out how to do it. Glitter now covers every surface upstairs. I’ve vacuumed twice. I know I will be finding it everywhere for a long time. I had to launder my clothes, which were covered with glitter.

This is why I normally avoid glitter like the plague.

But here is the mid-century modern tree, in progress.

I cut off a lot of the branches at the bottom, but I also want to cut the wire spine of the tree. I have wire cutters, but they’re made for much thinner wire, so I’ll probably make a trip to Lowes in the next couple of days. Meanwhile, I decided I needed to glue the ornaments on this tree because they kept falling off, causing me to curse out loud several times.

The ‘pine’ tree that I made is another story. I don’t want to glue anything on that tree.

I’ll figure it all out.

And finally,

I ran outside to get his picture of the house with outdoor Christmas lights.

Gosh, I love them.

Happy Sunday.