What has my life become that I am so depressed by March that the only thing I can get excited about is the possibility that garage sale season could be beginning soon? And then there is this: I just about killed myself because I didn't have my camera with me yesterday and I had to use my cell phone to capture this full-on rhapsody of color, kitsch, and retro verve in all its glory.
I had to attend a meeting yesterday at one of those old timey lodges where the secret handshake is akin to spreading ones fingers in the region of the head to simulate some antlered animal related to deer. Or something like that...you know what I'm talking about, right?
Well, a full remodel is taking place there and I can't belabor enough the point that this should have been done at least two decades ago. But no matter, because if it had I would have been deprived of this spectacle in the Ladies' Room. I swear, the ghosts of many a beehive haired woman powdering her nose lives in this place. Imagine also the many ashtrays that I'm sure bedecked the countertop, replete with mounds of lipstick stained cigarette butts.
I have to go back next week and I'll take my good camera so you can appreciate the pattern in the carpet and wallpaper. I just hope they don't start demolishing it before I can get back.
