Where is the other Obama girl? I'm thinking the new dog Bo ate her. "Never trust a dog wearing a lei."~ The Dog Whisperer, Cesar Milan.
So that's just some of the stuff that's been hiding in the storage unit over the last 10 years. I do decorate differently than most people. I've never wanted my place to look like a hotel room. There's nothing worse than a place that says, WELCOME TO SOMETHING YOU'VE SEEN EVERYWHERE.
Sidebar: The lava lamp is being sold. It was a gift from an ex. An ex-psycho.
The cross over the self portrait of my mother is made entirely of bottle caps with Jesus in the middle. It makes me laugh and I'm sorry about that BUT IT DOES. The mirror was hand made by my sister's ex-boyfriend Brent (who we still love and adore). The yellow vase on the French Provincial desk is from Shanghai.
The wall art next to the poster is bullet casings by Maddy LeMel. It represents every hit I took in show business. That's an original 1958 poster of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. The 1940 era movie seats are from The Pasadena Flea Market. The French poster of Some Like it Hot I got off Craig's List. The 1950's TV, which I use as an end table, I bought in Florida for $75. They go for $500 out here. Vintage TVs are impossible to find in LA because everyone collects. I had been on waiting lists in various shops all over LA trying to get one but never scored.
I sent the TV back to LA and it cost me $500. Irony, party of one.
The 1930's slot machine belonged to my dad. The painting above it was sent to me by a reader. The bookcase holds my vintage microphone collection and every book on standup ever written.
Thanks for all the new readers but DUDES, where are the VOTES? (I got two) And don't forget the cookie detectors. If you're voting from different dummy accounts on one computer, you're pretty much fucked.
End of chat.