"Weeell," said my dearly beloved one day. "We have too many angels in this house and need to get rid of some. And I think for every angel you bring into the house, you should take two out."
Oh, dear. How will I manage this? It is no secret that I dearly love all of my angels! I could never part with any of them.
Certainly not quirky Faith, who I bought at a Christmas fair. I got a similar charmer for my dear friend, Donna, then thought....oh, I think I need one myself. No, certainly, Faith could not go!
Then there is this handsome male angel. He was copied from an illustration by Tomie Di Paulo and I love his soft colors! I remember getting him over fifteen years ago, when there was a discount room at Midwest of Cannon Falls. Those were the days. No one had a clue they were getting one dollar ornaments. He will have to stay.
This lovely pewter one...never! I know Jud rues the day that our friends, Jo and Sheryl...and I, decided we would exchange angels at each Christmas. Look how detailed she is! A whole village on her dress!
This young man (yes, it is a man) was purchased in New Orleans several months before the disaster. He has a tear coming down his face. His painter was a fireman and used a wonderful, large-stroke pointillism. I think this angel knew what was about to happen. He is here to stay. Settled.
Look at this one...she is radiant! I love how she glows. She is brimming with spirit! Could I ever live without her? I think not.
Ah, the bathroom collection. I gave this to Jud for a present...teehee. I think he is really a cherub so he doesn't count.
And the little angel shelf. Doesn't she contribute to the cutest bathroom vingnette you have ever seen? Why these two pieces are so special that my neighbor girl pronounced this bathroom her favorite room in the world when she was just fifteen. How can you argue with budding taste like that?
Well, Jud actually bought this one. Hate the cactus, not too crazy about the angel...maybe she could go...heehee!
And this young lady was given to Jud by a female colleague who saw all of our angels and thought we needed another one. She could go, too...haha!
So I tell Jud that I have chosen the angels that will go. The last two, which were gifts for him!
"Hmmm..." he says. "I guess we don't have to get rid of any yet."
So, in the next few months, I am very good. I don't hide any of my favorites when the Christmas ornaments are put away. I don't tell my friends that I must have angels for my birthday. I don't just happen to bring home a cute one from the Easter fair.
We visit San Miguel, Mexico, and I fall in love when I see this lovely trio. I sigh. I know that I don't dare suggest adding another one, much less three, to our already angel-loaded decor.
Jud surprises me that night. "Did you see the three carved angels at the store we were at today. I think they would look great in our bedroom."
My heart leaps. The next day they are ours.
I call them "The Supremes Go To Heaven." Don't ask me why.
I think they know they have broken The Angel Agreement. When I watch them, I think I hear them snicker a little bit...right along with me!