If you’re anything like me, you probably follow several influencers whose homes are so instagram worthy that they can barely contain all of the rose-gold accessories (called “elements” for some reason) and natural light and clean spaces filled with tiny bowls that must be glued to the counter to keep the cats from fucking with them. The minimalistic pink spaces are so lovely but are very different from the maximalistic (why isn’t this a word?) collection of bizarre in my house. Yesterday I heard the exterminator go into the guest bathroom and he made a sort of screech, which might have been from the slightly menacing Anchorman gang fight painting:
Which glows in the dark in the most magnificent way:
Or the life-sized bear wallpaper hidden behind the door:
But personally I choose to believe it was the strangled laughter from the small sign I added this week to cover a hole in the wall:
Because it might not be elegant…but it is certainly entertaining.