This is what happens when you spend too much time indoors, avoiding laundry. You start photographing knickknacks.
Meet Ms. Thang. She lives atop the roll-top secretary that flanks my side of the bed. I met her downtown in a (now defunct) gift shop. It was their final day in business, and Ms. Thang was lookin' to get outta there; make a new start for bobble-headed self.
She doesn't care that it's not Christmas. To her, every day deserves a little bling.
This post brought to you by two unwashed loads of laundry.