A day of flea market bird watching raises the question : Hooters, hot or not?
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Whoville doesn’t only exist in the mind of Dr. Seuss — its thriving in the flea market community. In search of a Victorian chaise, I instead returned home with nothing but this trio of nocturnal nasties. First came an umbrella stand, practical and most likely from the 1960′s. Flea market number two was where I set my eyes on the demonic delight that is the yarn art owl. One part smitten and two parts scared, I knew it was meant for me — SOLD! Lastly was the white ceramic owl who had me at HELL-o. Satisfied yet confused with my purchases, I conclusively release custody to you.
All strung out
Velvet never looked so _________. This watcher-in-the-woods came straight out of the 1970′s. Tacky? Yes, but someone took the time to painstakingly stretch string across hundreds of pins to create this gorgeous mess. It easily could have gotten worse but somehow the well-done framing of [what appears to be] dark walnut with an inlaid band of brass kinda saves it from the depths of decorating hell. This perched Picasso would make for great comic relief hung above a serious sofa. On Facebook, I would give this looker a LIKE.
Of the three owls, I find this snowy surprise to be the least offensive. Let’s refer to this design star as Snow White the Black Eyed Widow. Big Momma was most likely made — either in an artisan’s studio or Made in China — back in the 1960′s [per the sassy shopkeeper]. Her antique white body is as purdy as her painted finish; however, those damn black eyes give me the impression she’s scheming to devour my dog. Again…Facebook LIKE!
Save the best for last
He’s an imposter! I made a beeline for this umbrella-ready dreamboat only to find out he’s not actually made of wood. Deceptive, huh? Eighteen dollars later, this proved to be a happy accident since a 4 foot fall resulted in no chipping. This little guy makes rainy days happy. Imagine coming in from a miserable wet day only to find this little aviary Adonis waiting for you. Once you’re inside, Old Blue Eyes welcomes you with those glassy peepers. Unless, that is, those peepers are a Satanic surveillance system TO YOUR SOUL!
Not enamored with the avians? Perhaps you’ll like the custom Chamberlain chair we’re giving away.