More Dolls On Walls, Spider Plants Gone Rogue, And Quotes From Magnolia June

I went through a phase of buying souvenir costumed dolls that represented all the countries of the world. At thrift stores, of course. And then yes, I'd hang them on the wall. Mostly. Sitting them on a table or shelf or something was too boring and tacky to even contemplate but hanging them on the wall was absolutely not boring. 
Now. Is it tacky? You tell me. In my opinion, no. Something as unexpected as dolls on walls is interesting. Besides that, people have made fortunes with tackiness. Let us consider the films of John Waters. Some would call him tacky, tacky, tacky. 
Many call him a genius. AND an artist. 
Am I a genius and an artist for hanging dolls on the walls? 
Oh good Lord no. I'm just saying that "tacky"is the first cousin of "whimsy" and let's leave it there. 

Let us ponder this lovely señor y señora. They are not dolls, exactly but rather plaster, uh, things that someone hand-painted, I am sure. I don't have the slightest idea where they came from. But they have graced a wall of my kitchen forever. 
Do you notice the little white chips on both their noses? Makes them look like they've just snorted a few lines, doesn't it? 

Moving on.

This is the top of my kitchen hutch and the things on the wall above it. Liz Sparks made me the beautiful Virgin of Guadalupe and I bought the angel at an antique and vintage store in Monticello a long, long time ago. It is made of celluloid, I think, and was meant to light up as she has a hole in the back of her neck where you could put a small light bulb. I've never done that but I'm sure she would be so very radiant if I did. I think she qualifies as being rather doll-like.
The clock is a clock. I like that clock. 

Some dolls I do not put on walls. Here's a little tableau in my bathroom. 

Okay, yeah, that snake plant is probably dead but maybe not. I love those two dolls very much and I like them right there where they are with their seashell and their hopefully not dead snake plant in a pot that had been my grandmother's. I think it is rather beautiful. I especially love the little bebe head poking out from behind the mother who is carrying her in a back sling which I just looked up and see that it's real name is a "manta." Now we know. Textiles, Boud!

The baby's eyebrows remind me of something Maggie said awhile back which was that she is starting to get eyebrows like mine.
Of course, mine are gray. Mostly. But yeah- if she means eyebrows like Eugene Levy's, she ain't wrong.
And this ALL reminds me of when she was born and Lily said, "She doesn't have any eyebrows!" 
"Don't worry," said Jason. "She'll get one." His side of the family has very healthy eyebrow growth too. 

So that's a little wander around my house on this drizzly, getting colder night. Before the rain this afternoon, I did some tending and tidying in the camellia bed. This is not a one-day operation. What I mostly pulled up today were spider plants. 
Yes. Spider plants. Everyone's favorite house plants. 
This is what happens when you put a potted spider plant outside in my yard and then ignore it for awhile. 

Yes. Even spider plants are invasive in my yard. And here's something I did not realize until today- spider plants are hell to pull up when they're not in a pot. They have bunched tubers with strong, thick roots coming off of them which grow deep into the dirt. 

Well, live and learn. 

Mr. Moon is at an FSU basketball game and I just got this picture from Vergil.

I know Boppy is so proud to be at the game with his boys and their parents. A few weeks ago it was Maggie he took. I asked her which  she had enjoyed more- going to the basketball game with Boppy or going fishing. 
"The fishing," she said. 
"It was more relaxing."

That's our girl. She knows what she likes as should we all.

Love...Ms. Moon