A dreary, rainy, cold morning - 13°C (= 55°F) - I am not at all sure it is July. In fact, it can't be. Whatever happened to summer????
Well, I went to the flea market anyway - in my winter jacket. It was dreary there too. Rain came down in a steady drizzle. I almost had my eyes poked out by umbrellas and I saw lots of plastic foil covered over tables. Wow. Exciting! not.
But those of you that have visited here often know that I will not be deterred from finding goodies at the flea market. And I wasn't.
Bone beads and faux coral. The lady I bought them from says they are coral - but I am pretty sure that they aren't - too shiny and too cold to the touch. They don't feel at all organic; more like glas.
More doll parts unearthed in Thuringia - some arms and legs.
The seller said these are from Tibet. Maybe. Although I would have thought Afghanistan.
These are wild boar tusks. So cool! And so big!!
I have been feeling as if I am under siege lately. This is what it looks like:
None of these are my cats. And then there are these:
There are actually 4 of them. But impossible to get all of them in one photo. I 'hate' that I am a sucker for kitten cuteness. But then, even my husband is a sucker for kitten cuteness.
None of these cats is a pet - they don't want to be petted, just fed. And they are extremely hungry.
It all started with one young cat - not one of those kittens, most of them are probably not yet one year old - giving me that I-am-starving-look. I have a character flaw - I can't resist a hungry cat. So I gave the cat some food. You know - one more cat isn't going to be a problem... Next thing I knew, there were five cats. Then seven. Sometimes even 10. Plus the kittens. And this is not counting my own 5 cats.
Now what do I do?