Mr. Basketmaker has this large metal rooster candle holder that I never liked. He used to have it in the center of his table, as a centerpiece. After we got married, I think I put it in our closet.
When we moved to Tennessee, I compromised and his rooster was prominently displayed above our refrigerator, in the corner. Well, last night, I really don’t know what got into me. I grabbed my little step ladder and pulled down the rooster.
I opened up the little door, inserted a tea light, lit it, closed the door and proclaimed to Mr. Basketmaker, “You know what, I think I now like this ugly rooster thing.”
I believe I saw him crack a little smile. I then asked him if he bought it because it’s covered with a hundred heart-shaped cutouts. And he said “What hearts. There’s no hearts?”
I pointed them all out and he said, “Huh, I never noticed those before.”
Missed romantic opportunity, Eric! LOL
You tell him Jud!!
Hey Lynne, I decided to subscribe to your blog and stay in touch. We are packing away, moving the end of June. It’s so very bittersweet, but we love it in Santa Fe, and hope that we’ll have many visitors from here, and Tennessee! Hope all’s well with you, Eric, and the critters. Surely you have real chickens now, but maybe not because you can’t just leave town on them. Love Di
What? Is Eric blind. LOL