See what I did there? Classing the place up with some French.
And that’ll be the end of the classy stuff.
I am a firm believer that EVERY house needs something tacky. Being me, I turn this concept up to 11 – every ROOM in my house has something tacky. The kitchen window sill:
Prism – yawn. Thermometer over there too. Hey, if everything’s tacky it takes away from the truly head shaking stuff.
heh That pig – gift from my husband. It’s worth at least a handful of change. Because it’s a bank! I’m tempted to shove a $100 bill in that thing just so I can say that pig’s worth 3 digits. His belly reads “To Support My Vices” truer words Mr. Pig, truer words…
I think I’ve discussed in the past my affection for toothpick holders. Not really a fan of toothpicks, but the holders? Gold. And this whale here was a must buy. Those spiffy plastic toothpicks were included. That’s like buying a car and getting the undercoating thrown in for free!
Now this objet d’art, made in Occupied Japan – naked geshia toddler and a vase all in one? Tell me, how could I pass it up? In honor of the Christmas season a sprig of plastic holly. *Love*
Do you know Maneki Neko? My big one is extra super special lucky – that baby’s arm moves. Solar powered beckoning FTW. Or the luck, as the case may be.
Well, that’s about it for today. Never fear I’ll be back soon with more examples of poor taste (and I do have to admit I’m amused and strangely flattered by all the love the first post in the Questionable Taste series received).