This lovely mailbox ornament greets us most days on our jog around the neighborhood.
What in the world is she doing with her hands?
Was she once holding a hymnal? A Bible? A harp? Or was she always holding her hands, one slightly in front of the other, encouraging everyone with a big thumbs up as they pass by? Is she a buddy Angel, the silver spray-painted version of the Buddy Christ?
One thing is certain, if the house (which is currently vacant but always has broken glass, and even a shotgun shell once, in the yard) ever gets sold, Buddy Angel might need to come live in my yard. It’s not tacky if it’s ironic.
I think she’s a buddy Angel. If you don’t want her, I bet my brother will. He’s amassing a collection of “buddy” religious figures to decorate his car with.
She might be a bit large for the dashboard though…
My vote: She’s just pleased she didn’t wind up in an Anne Geddes photo shoot holding a baby with wings taped to its back.
Remind me to tell you sometime about my favorite story regarding thumbs. It’s a doozy.
If I could, I would turn “It’s not tacky if it’s ironic.” into a bumper sticker. Or t-shirt. I would SO wear that t-shirt.