If you guys had trouble believing in Orples, check out Jackie’s knitted bluebird. Jackie really does knit with heart… as if the bluebird isn’t sweet enough, check out those lovely flowers she has made. To see more, you need to visit Jackie.
As much as Oscar and Olivia love to chat, we may as well visit the neighborhood as I suspect those two will be awhile. While you guys toggle down through past posts, I think I’ll skip over to Amazon for a minute or two and check out their yarn. I might have to knit my own little bluebird.
Oscar is going to be reflecting on his soul after Olivia gets done with him. He is being a naughty boy, it appears he is peeping where he shouldn’t ought to be peeping — typical boy. Maybe when Robin is done reflecting on her soul, she can have a talk with him.
In the meantime, I am sure Amazon carries Marilyn Monroe Dolls, as well as other memorabilia, since Marilyn is an American icon, after all. Once I have satisfied my curiosity, I am going to re-visit the neighbors. Tag along if you like.
Yesterday, it was England. Today we are in Mexico visiting with Cedric. Those little Orples sure do get around. And Oscar has talked Olivia into trying her hand at bullfighting. I really don’t think she is into it.
It seems the last time we visited Jo, the Orples were joining her for Christmas Eve dinner at Howard Castle. And now, here they are again as Jo Wandersto yet another Castle—Auckland Castle in Bishop Park in England. And once again we find ourselves in the dining room after a long day of walking the grounds. Jo took a multitude of photos, so if you want to see them, you will have to go see Jo. You will also get an excellent history lesson while you are there. I think I am going to just buy the Orples a toy castle, then maybe they will stay home a little, and give me a break.
To be fair to Meg, today’s post was in tribute to her blog, but I’d set up the drawings in early December when I had a few spare moments with the intention of using the drawings when I was short on time, like today. Silly me, I thought WordPress would pull the post to the front reflecting the actual date of publication — Not! So, if you would like to see the post I worked up for her, WordPress has shoved her back into my archives, to correlate with the date I originally set up the draft on her post. Thus, you may not see her post at all. Live and learn.
JT Avery should be ashamed of himself for taking this photo of Ms. Cross Orb Weaver without warning. He didn’t even give her time to shave her legs prior to the photo shoot, and now Olivia is giving her grief.
While the Orples work out their problem with their new friend, smoothing over hurt feelings, I think I’ll stop off and find some razors and shaving cream before I stroll through the neighborhood to review our more recent adventures. Feel free to join us here, or go check out JT. He said if you zoom in (on his blog) you can see even more detail, as though Ms. Orb Weaver isn’t embarrassed enough. No wonder she is cross.
Meg’s been out Christmas Shopping it seems. Meg travels a lot, and the orples tagged along, just now realizing that they don’t have a chimney to hang their stockings on. Maybe Meg will them use hers —if she has one.
While Olivia and Oscar figure out what to do about their situation, please feel free to hit the orange title key (my homepage key) to see what else the orples have been up to lately. In them meantime, the Orples and I are wishing you all a very happy Holiday Season, no matter where you live, or how you celebrate the season.
If you guys are looking for a party, it is at Dolly’s place over at allaboutlemon. She has it going on with songs and everything. She even has another Christmas tree set up.
I think Santa is ready for a drink. I hope he doesn’t set a bad example for the orples. I don’t know if they could handle much liquor? Maybe we should snag them and go see what else has been going on in Orpleland. If you do go see Dolly, please tell you the Orples and I sent you. Thanks bunches, and thanks for stopping in to see us, too.
Ruth Hendericks took bunches of photos in a post she recently published. This is just one of many of the fun shots Ruth took while she painted, or shall I say photographed (in her case), New York City . Ruth is a brave girl, especially since Olivia and Oscar found out about her latest adventure and she agreed to let them tag along.
The Orples wasted no time packing their bags. It seems they’ve gotten side tracked at the train station though, playing with the model trains in the museum at Grand Central Station.
It will probably be awhile before these guys are done fooling around. We might want to take a stroll through the neighborhood while the Orples and Ruth resume their shopping trip—IF the Orples ever get enough of those model trains.
As I was exploring more possibilities for Christmas gifts, I saw this Breyers Horse, and bought one as an investment. It is a collectible item, which will no doubt increase in value as time goes on. In Chinese Astrology 2014 is the ‘Year of the Horse‘ so this piece will probably hold more value than its piers.—- Merry Christmas to the Orples!
I don’t have to muck stalls, or feed him, so why not?
The Orples have a good eye for value. It is a good thing I took them along today.
I like this horse so much, I put a widget in the margin in case you want to check it out for yourself on Amazon or click on the green link in the text above. They have all kinds of zoom tools on their site, so you can really get a good look. I did. And now we (the Orples and I) are the proud owners of a new horse!
The daily post submitted a challenge entitled ‘Gone, but not forgotten. I immediately thought of my oldest brother. So today, The Orples and I are paying tribute to my big brother, Chuck, may he RIP. Although he died in 2005, he will always be in my heart, especially at Christmas. There were 21 years age difference in the two of us. He was the oldest child, I was the youngest, and there were five more siblings sandwiched in between us. In spite of our age difference, the two of us were extremely close as adults, although as a child, I barely knew him, since he was grown and gone by the time I was born.
This was the last photo of the two of us, taken Christmas, 2004. Chuck did not live to see Christmas 2005. So with teary eyes, I pay tribute to my big brother who may be gone, but he will never be forgotten.