We had Smudge for a sleepover the other night, and on her way down to the kitchen for breakfast in the morning she stopped at this little table in the hallway and said "Good morning angels!" I thought it was so cute I ran for the camera. Of course she wouldn't say good morning angels again, but she did have quite the visit with the angels.
I don't know what material the angels are made of, but I don't think they are breakable. Just in case though, I tell Smudge to look but don't touch. It is just too hard for her to resist though and she touches them every so gently.
She is quite taken with the picture frame above the angels too. My sister gave this to me one year for my birthday. It is a piece of Smudge's Great-great Grandmother's crocheting, and her Great Grandmother's smocking. I treasure it!