Laura loves naps. This is usually where I'll find her Saturday morning after she gets out of the shower. If we're supposed to be going somewhere that day, I'll go upstairs and whine at her a little bit to get her going. She'll roll over and let out a mousy moan, "It's so cozy". Hard to argue. The only thing missing is Olie, who, after eating breakfast, will usually come back upstairs and curl up on my pillow if the spot is available. She's very passive aggressive.
The painting we found in a thrift store in Albuquerque. It's a mess. The paint is chipping off, there are some holes in the canvas, and the frame is gouged terribly, but we still like it. I don't think it's ever going to get us on TV at the Antiques Road Show, but Laura and I are always keeping our eyes and ears open for the artist. The light fixture is actually an old gas lamp. When the house was wired for electricity, they retrofitted it with a light bulb socket and used the old tubing to run the wire. Ghetto. Goes well with the painting, though.
The painting we found in a thrift store in Albuquerque. It's a mess. The paint is chipping off, there are some holes in the canvas, and the frame is gouged terribly, but we still like it. I don't think it's ever going to get us on TV at the Antiques Road Show, but Laura and I are always keeping our eyes and ears open for the artist. The light fixture is actually an old gas lamp. When the house was wired for electricity, they retrofitted it with a light bulb socket and used the old tubing to run the wire. Ghetto. Goes well with the painting, though.
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