I’m a Catholic.
I haven’t really been to a Mass since the Reagan administration, (except for the ones my brother sneaks on me because one of my nieces is playing the angel Gabriel …or being baptized, or something of that nature)
But for all practical purposes, especially when all the shit starts to go apocalyptical, I consider myself a Catholic.
Recently, it occurred to me that we have quite a few saints lurking around the pad…… maybe just to swing the vote in our favor.
St Francis in the living room in front of a painting of Jamie’s horse Wilbur.
He’s covered in prayer beads, turquoise, and my mother’s fetish necklace.
Pretty sure that he came from the Home Depot.
Made of concrete – he weighs a ton.
This chalkware Sacred Heart Jesus was a “10 dollar score” from one of my favorite haunts, Dolly Python. His head was broken off completely once and glued back on. Looks perfect to me.
Didn’t realize that I collect vintage rosaries, but apparently I do. (3 is a collection, right?) Somehow these ended up draped over the John Lennon picture next to Jesus.
Several Santos candles on a narrow shelf in the bathroom under a cow skull.
They’re available at every grocery store in our neighborhood.
In Mexico, people light them to ask a saint for good luck, money, and even love.
We light them for bathroom ambiance at parties.
This French crucifix was a gift from my dear friend Lenny.
By “gift” I mean that he had several in a garage sale and I just took one and brought it home with me.
I just love how it’s a little banged up.
This plastic Mary has been collecting necklaces – and a few more rosaries, apparently – in the bedroom since we moved in.
She was another Dolly Python score, and white paint over khaki plastic.
I know, she looks like aged wood. At some point in her lifetime she was left out in the rain…
Love how perfectly eroded her face is.
We have a second Mary on the kitchen window sill watching over the sink.
“Our Blessed Mother of the Perpetually Dirty Dishes”, ……perhaps?
Another Saint Francis, a gift from my mother, hovers over the potting bench on the side of the house.
These 2 plastic St Josephs grace the picture shelves in the hallway.
Because he’s the patron saint of fathers and the dead, he carries the Christ child and lilies.
The smaller one Jamie found buried in the front yard. Apparently, he is buried to conjure good luck selling a house.
The house sold,……. to us………, so I guess it worked.
Quite a few saints sprinkled throughout the Cavender house……
Like I told y’all, I think we’re covered.