Spend any length of time around my family and chances are you will be told the story of how I , being the delicate and charming two year old that I was, shoved a piece of pea gravel way into the nether regions of my nose. Or how my brother had me eat some foul poison with him, necessitating a trip to the ER for the two of us. As to avoid such drama for my offspring, I am going to put these small religious figures up out of reach of our littlest one, lest we have to explain at the emergency room why our child swallowed some of the apostles.
These little figures are beyond ticky tacky. I bought them a number of years ago and feel compelled to bring them out at Christmas. They were made in Hong Kong, probably as vintage as I am. {that statement is depressing} The box says they are hand-painted. The box itself has seen better days, but it really is the reason I felt I had to plop down the $1.49 at the thrift store. I love the gothic arcade diecut into the box and the column details printed on the face. Each figurine has their special spot with their name, all Hollywood Squares style. Also helpful in case one goes missing.
