A Thing for Pears

I had some friends over at my house a few nights ago for cupcakes and girlchat.  And someone pointed out my little collection of pears in the living room.  I’ve been collecting pears since I got married.  And the awesome thing about collecting something small and relatively easy to find/inexpensive (you know, as opposed to typewriters…) is that very often I am gifted new bits to add to the collection.

I wish I had room to display all of my pear things together, this is about half of them.  One day maybe I’ll have a big enough shelf, with enough nearby wallspace, to hang everything up.  My mom gave me this pretty piece of embroidery (next pic) that she made years and years ago for my grandma and I really wish I had a place to hang it up in my house.

I’m making spinach and sausage stuffed shells for dinner and just enjoying a partly rainy, partly sunshiney completely relaxing Sunday.  Those are the best kind of days, aren’t they?  And maybe, just maybe, I’ll finish a project that should have been done for Christmas, and has been sitting there 90% finished for months.