Imperfect Angel

It would be easy for me to write a book titled "Confessions of a Pack Rat."

It's so doggone hard for me to eliminate things, even broken objects,  around the house.

Even though there are dozens of angels around here, when one fell and his head broke off, I couldn't throw him away.

He actually hovered in my hand above the trash can for a moment. 

Then the rationalizations began.

"Well, Susan, you can glue him back together in a jiffy."

"Awwww, he's so cute. Fix him."

"His angel cousins, sisters, brothers, and the rest of the legion will miss him if you put him in the trash."

So for months his head and separated body sat on a shelf in my home office. (That's pathetic, right? Maybe I need therapy. ha ha)

Finally, with Valentine's Day coming, I glued him back together and sat him on a shelf held up by, what else?  More angels.

 He seems to be in a perpetual state of  throwing a kiss. 

He's the cutest little angel ever and I'm glad he didn't get tossed out.

Unless you look really hard, you cannot tell he once lost his head but found it again!

DO YOU FIX BROKEN OBJECTS AROUND YOUR HOME OR TOSS THEM?