A gift from Mrs. Arm

Mrs. Arm (Dr. Arm's mother) fancies herself a Crafty Lady. She loves mauve and lace, glue guns and glitter. She plants plastic flowers in her yard, outside. She hangs bird feeders with fake birds, inside.

She recently sent me a box with this inside:

 

   

 

If there was a way I could post a smell, I would. But I'll describe it as the aroma of pure toluene. Enough toxic fumes to make my eyes water. It's a miracle Mrs. Arm is still conscious after this craft frenzy.

Obviously, she'll expect to see these, all 42 of them, on our tree next week. 

What would you do?

What would Jesus do?

What am I going to do?

Comments

[Robin]

Buy a special tree for the boys and put all the angels on a tree in one of their rooms - angels for angels! are they safe from the smell in a small space?

[DBN]

I think Robin has the right idea.

(also, febreeze!)

[Esbee]

Given Mrs. Arm's love of the unnatural, I'd make it a small, fake tree. Ornament it up, then toss that puppy in the attic right after she leaves. Bring it back out as needed.

[Liz]

Whatever you do, don't donate them, ahem... I mean "box them up".

[kristinmajor]

Robin is brilliant.

[Marci]

Thanks for the clarification. I thought you made these!

[bridget]

i thought you made them too! i should have known better... glad you did not have THAT much time on your hands.