this is really sweet–in the sheer, fussy effort involved in particular. But it’s a strange, almost magical journey into the mind of its creatrix. Someone, somewhere, must haveÂ really liked “Blues Clues.” And then, someoneÂ outgrewÂ “Blues Clues.” And then…Goodwill.
Yeesh, all this leftover pumpkin pie is making me maudlin. Have some art!
The fourth room in “Masque of the Red Death” was actually furnished entirely in weird spotted cartoon dog print. It was right next to the chirpy orange room.
So, when I was a kid, my grandmother made me a horrible Disney’s “Pinocchio” rug. Shockingly yellow, bright and cheerful and just…Pinocchio. I can hear a similar argument playing out. “Isn’t it kind of…five-ish?” “But Grandma made it.” “I know, but…” “Just one more year. Then you can graduate, and we can pretend you took it with you. Maybe you will. Maybe it’ll just find its way into your laundry, sneak out, hang itself on the wall.”
It’s a picture of children, on a picture of the wall. If you get a magnifying glass, you can see there’s actually a picture of the wall behind the kids…and it’s theÂ same wall that’s behind you.
It’s Ten O’Clock. Time to come upstairs for a little of the Gifts of the Spirit, if you know what I mean.
And I think you do.
Note: The reverse had a little note…
it’s good to have context every once in a while.
Goodwill near the “Y” in Oak Hill, Austin
One Response to “Thanks, Grandma…”
Wee! Nightmare fuel!
Reminds me of David Lynch’s Twin Peaks movie, where Laura puts a picture of a room on her bedroom wall, then subsequently has a freaktastic dream in which she enters that room.