Don't ask me why, when a friend invited me to a sale being held by her miniaturists group, I was attracted to a baggie full of little plastic pigs in various shades of white, pink, and tan.
I don't know why.
But I bought it.
And I brought it home, emptied it out...
...and lined up all the little piggies in a row on the kitchen counter.
Prince Charming scratched his head.
Miss Helping Hands was delighted with the little piggies.
The little piggies made me smile.
And then a friend came along and said, "What's with the herd of swine?"
It took me a little while, then, to recapture my happy feelings about my little piggies.
I moved the herd of swine to the mantle and lined them all up in a row.
A couple of weeks later (dusting time?), I moved the line of piggies to the top of the television.
Then Miss Helping Hands and I decided to take turns moving the herd of swine every week or two.
Don't ask me why.
I don't know why.
But, move them we do, and I always enjoy it.
Today, the herd of swine is in a three-part lineup on top of the drawings of the Shoots' left eyes...
...and the drawings of the Shoots' right eyes...
...and the paper cut of The Beetle's Devotion.
I'll let you know when they change locale.
Unless, of course, they wind up in the sea.