Another one for the wall

What I like best of all is that this isn't even someone's house. It appears to be a research facility - and CLEARLY too nice to throw away.

Why not hang an aerial photograph of someone else's agricultural property on your wall?

In this neck of the woods, these belong on the wall sandwiched between your souvenir spoon collection and your brass decorative platter featuring the Last Supper. 

In the eye of the beholder

You see silhouetted unicorns, prancing merrily as the day is dawning.

Please tell me I'm not the only one who spots a pair of polite paws at the top left corner of this photograph. They're altogether distracting and lovely.

I see renegade 'corns, black as night with glowing eyes. As tall as a castle. Pawing at the barren earth and participating in horn-to-horn combat as night closes in.

They'll transition you out of the lavender maned, glittery hooved creatures of your childhood and catapult you into your angst-ridden teen years with the swish of their unkempt tail.

These aren't your little sister's unicorns.

Every rose has its horn

Ah, roses and pianos.

Is there anything so romantic as these?

I also would have accepted rose and violin, rose and trumpet, or rose and french horn.

We've got to bring these cliche iconic images back in style.

I tell you what, I'll go guilt my husband into buying me roses and, while he's out searching frantically for them, I'll try to find a suitable instrument so that I, too, can craft my own romantic photograph.

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Update:

The only thing close to an instrument that I could locate in the house was a nose flute.

I wish I was kidding. Proof:

Rose-and-nose-flute wall art, it's gonna be big.

The great debate

It is a question that has plagued great artists since the dawn of time.


Velvet?

Or iridescence?

As soon as I get my time machine working (needs more crystals) I'm going to give da Vinci a shot at improving his Mona Lisa by choosing one of these. Not only will it solve the great debate, but it'll really jazz up the old girl.

What. Why are you looking at me in disgust?

Even the trees are in awe.

This picture needs a "Flash" style theme song. Is it weird that that's what pops into my head when I behold this artistic masterpiece clad in its teeny tiny brass frame?

This is not the first time I've seen sabre-tooth "tigers" and unicorns portrayed together. Methinks we need to revisit our studies of fossils of the Pleistocene era. We obviously missed an important one. A radiant, gold-footed, shiny, magestic, important one.

Two spoiled dog

"I don't care how cute the pet store puppies were. The fact of the matter is, you should have consulted me first before bringing one home. Now I have to go and change the sign."

One sign fits all.

What... just... what!?

Having just had a garage sale with my sisters-in-law, I fully understand that you just put stuff out there, slap a price sticker on it and hope for the best. If it sells, you make a buck or two. If it doesn't, it goes off to the thrift store or the trash. Some of it's wacky, some of it's funny. But you try. No harm done.

Just stop and take it all in, would ya? She's crying. There's a silhouetted couple in a lovers' embrace on wind-blown autumnal leaves. Five dollars.

That said, there are some things - case in point, this picture - that I might be too embarrassed to include in my garage sale. Where people come to my house. And know that I owned this. And owned it for what seems like a good 30+ years before deciding to part with it. 

After climbing all those stairs? What do YOU think?

"Not tonight dear. The atomospheric pressure is 101.4 kilopascals and falling. Whoops, sorry, I was reading the barometer by mistake. I mean no, I would rather watch the late late show."

"Now about that mink" - that's right, bribe him for an old timey fur coat.

My proudest achievment

That, my friends, is a 100 piece kitten puzzle.

Mounted and framed.

$3.00.

Vacant-eyed soul snatcher

Add these things to the list of common thrift store finds. I do believe I had one of these decorative masks in my room as a child, though I can't imagine why. They remind me of (fancy) mimes. And there's one thing you must know about me: I hate mimes.

Dear Anne Geddes

Stop it.

It's prerfect just the way it is

Are you also trying to figure out how this all came to be?

I am having trouble deciding which is more shocking - the blend of sun-faded subjects portrayed on this framed art/clock, or the price sticker.