. . . the age of retirement . . .

. . . many years ago . . .

. . . i built three topiaries . . .

. . . they've sat

on my kitchen table

every christmas since . . .

. . . which makes them

practically vintage . . .

. . . the pots were painted by me . . .

. . . i tied all the bows . . .

. . . i personally squoze {squeezed?}

every bit of hot glue

they're held together with . . .

. . . the candy is real . . .

{can you imagine how many boxes of dots

you have to buy

to get that many red and green ones?}

. . . and is a total testament

to the power of preservatives . . .

. . . here's the thing . . .

. . . it's time for me to move on . . .

. . . my question is ~ . . .

. . . does anyone want these? . . .

. . . first come . . .

. . . first served . . .

. . . sorry i can't ship them . . .

. . . besides, my post office

is closing

and won't ship packages

any more . . .

{first bashas' ~ now the post office}

. . . if they're still here friday . . .

. . . they'll be donated

to my neighborhood exchange

this weekend . . .

. . . let me know . . .

{update: the topiaries have gone

to a happy new home.

kayola is quick!}