These are the 129-year old vases that my mother brought to me, along with an antique gold mirror that I was forced to inherit. At first I didn’t like the vases, but they seem to go ok with the mirror, so I’m content.
And here are some pictures of my Noke kitty. She’s taken a turned over black basket and a left-behind moving blanket and turned them into a kitty nest. Eventually I’ll need to put all that stuff away, but for now I’m not messing with her spot.
