Box of bones

I have an odd habit of rescuing weird stuff from thrift stores. So when I was at the flea market a couple of weeks ago and saw a box of bones, well, let's just say it had to come home with me.







Technically, these are antlers. Lots of them. I got the whole box for ten bucks, which may or may not be a deal; I'm not familiar with current fluctuations in the deer antler market.


I don't know what I'm going to do with them, but they're home with me now. And soon they'll be going to my new home. The one for which I am signing the financing paperwork this afternoon. I can't believe I just typed that; I can't believe it's true.

I'm going to own a home.

(And I'm going to decorate it with bones. Howdy, new neighbors! Pleased to meetcha!)