Another obsession...

Wylie Kinson is running a contest to promote her upcoming release of Law of Averages. You have to submit a picture of yourself with an angel by May 8th. (Why an angel, I have no idea - I guess we'll have to read her book to find out.)

Anyway, I had to laugh when I thought "An angel? Where would you get a picture of yourself with an angel?"

Um, gee, Leah, just look around. In my living room alone, I've got a guardian angel plate and dozens of angels (glass and resin) in my curio cabinet.

I've got three music boxes with angels on them, and dozens of Christmas ornaments as well.

I've got water globe angels (I've got two, but this is my favorite)




I've cross-stitched more angel patterns than I can show here ... a guardian angel prayer I put up on my embroidery post a while back, and the guardian angel one above which was one of my first cross-stitched attempts.





I've got dozens that resemble Curly - see the one sucking his thumb - that looks just like Curly did when he was 18 months old.























The curtains in my dining room are held up by brackets of angels. The one on left plays a violin, just the way Curly did for six years. Come to think of it, I have a lot of violin-playing angels. (I have a lovely glass one about ten inches tall that I haven't photographed that is JUST like him.)

I've got an Angel poster up in the second floor hallway, and several angels surrounding a holy water font held by - of course, angels!

I've got three angels figures on a quilt rack over top of my bed, and another on the mirror of my dresser.
What does Gizmo Guy think of being surrounded by all these sacred figures? Well, he's bought me most of them. You see twelve years ago my family had an unfortunate encounter with true evil. Thing is, true evil doesn't look like the devil. It doesn't have scales or horns or slitted eyes. No, evil can be benign looking and would be someone you'd invite into your house, never realizing the danger they posed. In an effort to get rid of the horror of knowing that evil had been in such close contact with my family, I tried to surround us with all things pure and good - namely I collected angels. And knowing how I felt, and feeling similarly himself, every time Gizmo Guy would go away on a trip, he'd bring him home a new angel for my collection. These angels are from Winnipeg, and Vancouver. From Minneapolis and Florida. Even from Germany and England.



I've backed off collecting them now (I've run out of places to put them). But they still give me comfort. I hadn't realized how many I had until one of Guitar Hero's friends told him he felt uncomfortable in our living room as it was like being in a church. (In my defense, with exception of the guardian angel plate, all my angels in the living room live in my curio cabinet.)

Maybe he was just feeling guilty about something. ;)