I’m back from St. Louis, and I really do want to recap the goings-on from my weekend in DC, but there’s a very pressing issue at hand.
Hm, that’s ugly.
The glitter! My eyes!
Now it’s hard to tell, but I’m pretty sure they dragged a sea urchin into the fray here.
Ouch. Was the carving really necessary?
I’m not even sure how this one works, plug-wise.
This is just the pièce de résistance, isn’t it? Words other than “Parrots? Really?” fail me.
I can’t stand idly by. I’ll call it the Society for the Prevention of Seashell Atrocities. These are all “antiques,” but something tells me the desecration of perfectly lovely seashells for profit is not an activity only done in days of yore. Who will join me in the fight?