A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
My late brother-in-law, Scott, made this for us, years ago. My sister Trudy did the painting. I'm too lazy to put up one ornament a day. I just leave them all on.
Maybe when Cate gets bigger, she'll get a charge out of it.
I've seen ceramic trees, but didn't know they were from way back when.
My outside stuff is still in boxes on the carport.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I've seen ceramic trees, but didn't know they were from way back when.
My outside stuff is still in boxes on the carport.
Thanks Lily. The only thing it's missing, besides needles, is lights.
I'm going to look for an indoor spot light. Hopefully multi-colored, to brighten it up.
Like the aluminum trees used to have?
My great great Aunt had one of those.
The light sat under the tree and would shine up through it.
It was super pretty.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.