It’s festive…it’s arty…it’s…like something someone in my neighborhood would put out on the lawn. Minus the dingle balls. I don’t think I have ever seen dingle balls on any furniture around here.

Bonus: it clashes with everything in equal proportions.

{Source} $4500. I think I’ll just staple some beach towels to the loveseat I already have instead.

Is this a doll thing or a real baby thing or what? And if it is a real baby thing, why does a baby need a bow tie? Do you really want to take the chance on strangling a baby with something pointless? Or am I just a neurotic freak? Help me, my people.

{Source} $20 and your eternal vigilance

Now the statement has moved from the necklace to a ring…a ring that looks suspiciously like a tortured, mutated, crocheted set of male genitalia. Or is it just me?

{Source} $95 and the sneaking suspicion you’ve been punked.

Have I ever mentioned my loathing for most things made of mason jars? Ok, then.

It’s a light fixture. Made out of a goat yoke. And some mason jars. Just add some chairs made of John Deere tractor seats and you’ve got yourself a theme.
{Source} $445, or the price of a herd of goats

Bookmarks are one of those little things in life that make a statement about what kind of person you are. The deeply pragmatic go with an old receipt; the sentimental with a beloved note. Others have some kind of complicated thing that clips on or has a chain or something. But what does it say about you when you have a completely random collage topped by what looks like a hank of unruly pubic hair?

{Source} $5, which you could just save toward a wax job