My latest failure as a minimalist.

I've tried for years to be a minimalist. To have one of those severe living rooms with just a few excellent pieces of furniture, and perhaps a piece of bitchy looking art. But I fail. Miserably. Continuously. Perpetually.

Witness the latest offense against my would-be minimalism. Witness it and weep....


I can't help it! I simply can't help it - I saw it at the St. Vincent de Paul, and I just couldn't pass it up. Particularly since there are lights in the peacock's tail!!!!

This most decidedly NOT minimalist, and I don't think it's even the era that I like to stay in (Eve of the Kennedy Assassination) but it called to me, and I responded. I enabled its trashiness, and it holds me in it's spell.

Until the next campy painting comes along.