Our Girl Nettie is a combination of many delightful things. For one thing, she loves Indian vases. Several months ago, she misunderstood my friend from www.xanga.com/libreriaelfaro when she gave her some fresh flowers after church to bring home. Nettie thought that the gift was the vase. The gift was the flowers, and the vase was one which had much nostalgic value for LEF.
What a mess we were in for a while until one day, I saw on Sweet Dominie’s (www.xanga.com/dominie) site something that made me think that just maybe, she could find an acceptable replacement for the vase that was causing all the trouble.
So I messaged her, sent her the picture of “Nettie’s vase” and asked her if she would consider keeping her eyes open for something that could replace this vase in Nettie’s affection.
What a wise and understanding friend is Sweet Dominie. She went straight away to the task, and started keeping her eyes open at many different stores. There came a day when she took picures of some of the vases, and sent them to us for Nettie to look at and choose. The minute Nettie saw the one with the bird on it, she was settled.
“I like that one!” she said in her determined way. I liked it very much, too, but encouraged her to look at the others that Dominie had photographed. “They’re pretty,” she would agree, “But I like the one with the bird better.”
So Sweet Domine packaged the vase up and shipped it out. Today, Certain Man got the mail, and brought in the package.
“What in the world is this all about?” he questioned with his puzzled look. “We don’t even know this person!”
“Oh, yes, we do!” I caroled happily. “That is Nettie’s vase from my friend in Arizona!” He looked at me expectantly.
“I’m going to let Nettie open it,” I told him. “I think she would enjoy that very much.”
So when she got home, I said, “Nettie. Come here. What do you think came in the mail today?” She came over to the counter where I was helping Eldest Daughter with some Pizza sauce.
“I ‘on’t know,” she said in her typical fashion. “What?”
I pulled the box over in front of her. “What do you think this is?”
Her face broke into the biggest grin. “Is that my vase? I bet it’s my vase!”
“I believe it is. Do you want to open it?” Did she ever!!! She got right into the box, and started unpacking.
“They really packed this good!” she grunted.
“I know,” I said. “Dominie had the people pack it for her. She didn’t want it to get broken!’
With much tugging and pulling, she finally got it unwrapped.
Oh, Joy! Oh, Delight! It was exactly like the picture she had seen!
She was so pleased. She even wanted me to take the flowers out of the other vase (It went home tonight, to my great relief!) and put them into her new one and take a picture of them. So here is that finished result:
So, Sweet Dominie, Thank you from both of us! It is a beautiful vase, and Nettie is so pleased with it.
Blessings to you, and I will get a check in the mail tomorrow!