family Cleveland, O.

This morning I bought a venti mocha at Starbucks. Around one, when all there was left was a half-inch of cold chocolate sludge (yum), I poured in the rest of the office coffee and a handful of ice cubes. That worked out fairly well. I mean, it was gross, but it lasted me the whole day.

Today I realized something about some things I own that I’ve owned my whole life.

I have this angel. She’s been broken and glued together several times, but I love her dearly. She’s a “September Angel,” and she’s reading a book. My birthday is in September, is why I have her. You knew that.

I found a picture online. This is her (the middle one):
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I knew there must have been twelve in the set, but I have never seen the others. Also, my September’s face is slightly different. Less evil.

I also have these three little china pixies with red hair. One’s orange, one’s yellow, and one’s green.

I found a picture online. This is the orange one. Mine’s face isn’t so blushy. Doesn’t she match the site so nice?
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My grandmother had them, and I coveted them for decades, and now they are mine. My great-aunt also has a set, but that’s neither here nor there. They have wee stickers on the bottom that say “National Potteries Co., Cleveland, O. Made in Japan.” I just now, after years, looked up this company. It turns out it’s abbreviated “Napco,” and when I Google “Napco” what do I find? My angel! All these years staring at the angel and the pixies, their same style of face painting, their same hollow construction, their Cleveland provenance, and I never once realized they were made by the same company.

There’s tons of Napco stuff on eBay.

(That went pretty well for being too lazy to take my own damn pictures.)