Once in a while, the blogger behind It’s Lovely! I’ll take it! finds a real estate listing in which every picture of the house contains the same ugly green plastic chairs. Green chairs for the dining room table. Green chairs in the basement, backyard, bedrooms(?!). And it almost seems as though the chairs are alive, following the photographer through the house. Ready for their 15 minutes of fame.
That’s my house. Except instead of plastic chairs, I have peacock feathers.
In the living room (in a thrift store vase):
In the dining room (in a candle holder):
On the mantle by the fireplace (in a shot glass?):
In the office (in a empty bottle of vanilla extract?!):
In my bedroom (in a spool of THREAD?!):
I NEED TO BE STOPPED. When I sell this place, “It’s Lovely” is going to have a field day snarking on me. In fact, I think I may have just written their post for them.