As a child, I remember loving tiny things. And I still find myself attracted to tiny sculptures like these three tiny Santas, almost dwarfed by the tiny bottle brush trees, all only between 1.5 to 2 inches high. Yet they each have lots of detail and seem ready to bustle off in all directions. The fellow on the right looks so serious and intent. As an artist myself, I have to admire the artists that first created these mini Santas who brought so much detail and animation and style to such tiny sculptures. These tiny Santas also bring to mind books that I loved and my kids loved called “The Borrowers” by Mary Norton about a little families of borrowers who lived in the walls of houses. LIttle people so small that they used thimbles as tables and matchboxes as beds. If you haven’t read the series, you really must treat yourself and any kids around you to these stories this Christmas.
Oh so sweet. I guess when you’re small like that you have to be a little more serious about not getting scrunched in the crowd or stepped on.
I remember The Borrowers! They were forever taking things, but there was always one person who had a special talent for finding those lost items, like keys and rings and other small valuables. And that person was known as, you guessed it: The Finder. In our family Barbara was that person who had that half intuitive, half common sensibility of locating The Disappeared. I never inherited the gene but am happy to say I live with another true Finder. Needless to say, the Borrowers at our house make fewer appearances these days, I guess they’ve just grown weary.