Ew Betsy. That is so not right. That picture obviously should be over teh fireplace. duh.
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
That looks sort of like the carcycle I saw at the Detroit auto show ages ago. Probably Jan. 2001. The one I saw looked slightly less car like and was purple with yellow spots.
The people we bought our house from had a three-foot photo-oil painting of the wife in her wedding gown hanging above the master bed.
We knew some people who had a HUGE nude of the wife in the livingroom over the fireplace. They used to host quarterly potlucks for the meetings in the area .
The people we bought our house from had a three-foot photo-oil painting of the wife in her wedding gown hanging above the master bed.
Maybe one or the other (or both) of them has a wedding gown fetish.
Cute, msbelle.
Oh, cropped to just you? Maybe it counts. But probably there's some technicality I haven't thought of yet that disqualifies, because it doesn't make me want to mock you.
We knew some people who had a HUGE nude of the wife in the livingroom over the fireplace.
I'm sliding down in my cube for the express purpose of laughing at the horror I would feel at this. Unless it was a cubist painting or something.
I don't have problems with how I look -- I'm just averse to looking.
I have a framed caricature of myself at home, but I'm not sure if I'd display it if it weren't a farewell card from good friends.
Oh, cropped to just you? Maybe it counts. But probably there's some technicality I haven't thought of yet that disqualifies
Maybe that she made it all artistic and stuff? That's the justification I had for the picture of me dancing.
Unless it was a cubist painting or something.
If only. I think I first encountered it when I was 12 or so. Gaped. Sure, they were granola-hippy-crunchy-quasi-nudist (basically when the retreat didn't have outside guests) but STILL.
Here is what's on my desktop. [link] I don't mind being mocked for it because I like it. It should be said that were it a cheesy Olan Mills type job it would not be my desktop unless I'd done some seriously cool stuff to in in Photoshop.
My cousin sat topless for a portrait for a local artist. Her fiance ended up buying the painting. I think she wanted him to buy it because she is pretty vain. It's a good portrait, but I wouldn't want a painting of my boobies in my own house.