There is a special place in my heart for little things. I'm not sure why -- maybe because I grew up in this little house, or because I'm on the shorter side myself. I just seem drawn to little things. And so, here are a few sweet little statues that perch on my desks at home...
This little guy is marked "Made in Occupied Japan" on the bottom. I guess that makes him rather rare. Does anyone know how long Japan was occupied? I've got to Google that.
Isn't this tiny maiden riding on a donkey so sweet? I find myself wanting to make up stories about her. Where is she riding to? Did she just come from a meeting with her sweetheart? Do I need to tweak my meds?
Finally, this tiny dog reminds me of the old RCA dog, or maybe the dog from the Spanky and Our Gang shows. Does anyone remember those? God, am I ancient or what?! Actually, I guess I should be thankful to be able to remember anything -- I swear motherhood (especially of teenagers) fries your brain. But that's a whole other post.