After a rather slim week last week, we were thrilled to find ourselves at the end of the day with the usual camera full of badness. So without much ado, here we go.
I can’t think of one child who wouldn’t be a bit worried about plopping their little behind in this chair. Don’t you think he is just laying in wait for some unwary kiddo to sit down, so he can eat them?
Normally, we find things from Italy to be quite lovely and well designed, but this lapse in taste should never have been made, never mind brought home as a souvenir:
You have to realize it’s all in 3D and made of nasty gilded plastic. Venice canal water would make a better memento, and you can bet there were never any starfish or seahorses that could survive five minutes in that stuff:
Well, if gilding the sow’s ear (OK, so I am mixing my metaphors!) is not your cup of tea, how about this little gem. No wait, it’s not that little, and not much of a gem, but someone worked very hard on it:
Haven’t had a bad piece of original artwork for a while, so to make up for it, we present the Angry Flowers. Well, at least we got angry looking at them:
Deb was trying to tell me about the antipasto, and it took me several minutes to realize she meant impasto (and I was an Art Major!!), but after discussing it, we decided it was about as anti-pasto as you could get. No matter how you look at it, there was enough paint on that canvas to choke a horse:
Seems to me he should be covering his mouth, not his ears. Ugh … What is the fascination with pickled disgusting leftovers? No one would ever be stupid enough to taste these things. Might as well have a skull and crossbones right on the label.
We were tickled by this:
An iron that old, and still with the box. We looked, and it was well used. Wow, after holding it in the store, we knew that housewife must have had muscles like Popeye to heft that puppy over the ironing board all day. And they called women the weaker sex? If I had to iron with that, my hubby would just have to embarrass me in public with his wrinkles.
This next one just perplexed us:
We just can’t figure out what is going on. She is nursing her raging headache after looking at the tiny deer-like creature with the broken neck, and the three annoying elves trying to get her to try the punch? Not to mention it is white plaster, with that horrible gilding that turns a particularly bilious shade of green. Pretty much a miss all around.
To end on a positive note, we wanted to share this sweet composition doll with you. No, we didn’t buy her. This is not our style, but we can appreciate cuteness when we see it:
So there you have it. We will be sending out a book review and our usual Friday finds next week. Be sure and let us know if you have anything blog worthy, as we LOVE hearing from our readers.