Oy, where did all of these ornaments come from? I think I've got enough to decorate three trees! And I haven't even de-boxed my Paul Michael feather garlands yet! Look -- boxes all over the place. And that ornament wreath I made last year, I have probably removed half of its ornaments to fill in on the inside of the tree and I'm still not finished.
I still remember when and where I purchased many of these ornaments, and some of them hold very precious memories of festive shopping trips, Christmas Eves spent with Mr. Don going to Southridge Mall and then to Olive Garden for a late lunch, and bargain hunting expeditions. But, the treasures pictured below are priceless:
The Bust of Nefertiti, depicting one of the most beautiful women who ever walked the face of the Earth -- a truly timeless beauty, is still admired today more than 3000 years after her death. The real deal, a fragile and incredibly well-preserved bust, is housed in a natural history museum in Berlin, Germany, and is the subject of ongoing controversy, as the Egyptian Government wants her back, and the German Government refuses to give her back, especially now with the Islamists in power. You can be sure the Lady would end up in a private collection somewhere, sold for millions of dollars, with a bad plastic fake substituted for her in the Egyptian Museum in Cairo. Sorry -- I digress.
Nefertiti was given to me by Mr. Don in 2005. Even brand new it was not an expensive piece, and is the worse for wear -- she is a tarnished gold-colored metal charm meant to hang on a necklace. He found her in the "trinkets" case (holding new and not so new trinkets and such) at a Chinese "everything" store (similar to many established by recent immigrants to Montreal) near where he lived. I added some gold glitter to her a few years ago in an attempt to jazz her up a bit, LOL. I don't think she minded, and probably got a good laugh out of my silly efforts. She is more valuable to me than the Hope Diamond. On the left is another gift from Mr. Don in 2004, a kilt pin in the shape of a sword bearing the family McLean's symbol -- the castle keep at Duart, in Scotland. His twin sister visted there and bought it back home to him. It's not silverplate - maybe aluminum? When I unwrapped it today I noticed that the finish (whatever it is) is wearing off a wee little bit on the left side near the bottom of the sword.
This Dynamic Duo, representative of me and Mr. Don, go on the Christmas tree every year in just about the same spot, right next to each other, and are draped about by an old "pearl" necklace that has the most beautiful patina -- I believe they are nacred glass beads, like they used to make faux pearls almost as good as the real thing back in the old days. The Dynamic Duo are specially situated so that one can easily see them from the love seat.
And, the most valuable iconic piece in the entire world, presented to me by Mr. Don at Christmas 2006, rests in a vault in safekeeping except for a few weeks each year when he is removed and transported (under armed guard) to Maison Newton for Christmas. He is world-famous, darlings! If you are interested, you can read all about his amazing discovery here. Yes! I speak of none other than this extremely rare surviving representation of the "Scarred Warrior" so revered by Kushan culture:
Isn't he just the most breathtakingly gorgeous hunk of malehood you've ever seen? Oh, be still my heart, pitter-patter, thump thump (and with my a-fib, I ain't kidding). Oh, those blue blue eyes! Those red juicy lips and come-hither smile! Those healthy glowing cheeks! That manly puffed-out chest! Oooohhh, I feel faint...
Requiescat in pace, Mr. Don, April 11, 1951 - October 12, 2012.
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