Years ago when I was home from college on Christmas break, I saw these hand-painted vintage Russian nesting dolls sitting in the trash in the garage near the present-wrapping station.
The heavy, handblown crystal tree was in the trash as well, with it’s lighted stand and frayed two prong power cord.
They had been on display around the house for Christmas since I could remember.
I rescued them from obscurity, and confronted my mom and asked her what was up with that.
She said, “Oh, they’re just old and ratty..."
Who does that?
WHO DOES THAT?!?!
