my dad and i, on one of our infamous happy-hour margaritas dinners...
this man is the instigator of most of the random things that i have ever received. he delights in finding the most ridiculous things, and gifting them to me.
for example: this statue.
yes, that's exactly what you think it is.
to be fair, he didn't *give* this one to me, because he found a buyer for it. (i only get the random things that don't sell, or things he picks out for me.)
but as soon as i got in the car, he delighted in pulling this little statue out for my approval.
i laughed SO. HARD.
i have no idea why he decided a pink fake-fur coat was lacking in my wardrobe - but it isn't now.
i'm just waiting for some halloween costume idea so i can wear this in public without fear of answering 20 questions about why the hell i would wear that, for fuck's sake!
Audrey Hepburn purse? i haz one.
my dad was supportive of my stripper shoes, before i even became a stripper.
do you know what these are?
they're house shoes. supposedly.
yes, the eyes open and shut, and the tail goes back & forth. unfortunately it's now broken, so it's permanently stuck on 4:20. oh, darn.
everyone needs a set of these for their car. obviously!
note to self: fans are actually handy in the south. maybe i should stick this in my purse or something...
when i was a kid in my dad' antiques shop, i lusted after this bell. don't know why, but i did. eventually he gave it to me as a gift, just to shut me up, i imagine.
i made the mistake once of telling my dad i needed candlesticks...
he got me a sun, moon, and stars set.
he also got me that behemoth, and a pair of those candelabras. yeah. so far, i think i've gotten about 8 candlesticks since that off-handed comment...
sometimes i get in the car, and i just get handed decorative things. at least i can put jewelry in this!
which reminds me...
i often get no-reason-whatsoever jewelry. not that i'm complaining! but some of these items, i have no idea why he thought of me... a bone medallion, a silver liberty dollar medallion... and i don't know where the idea for the pearl set came from. no. idea.
but i can almost guarantee that i have the most interesting jewelry out of anyone i know.
the malachite and lapis necklaces are both vintage art deco. win!
am not! what?
uh, oh. this is gonna be good...
i don't even know what the fuck he was thinking here. i SOOO don't own any of those items. he doesn't either.
i love, love, love this one! a sixties siamese cat lamp with light-up eyes? YES!
here's where we depart from my dad's offerings, and go elsewhere.
my dorm RA from when i was a freshman, made these signs for each and every single one of us on her hall. it has my name on it. i don't know what she thought we were going to do with them...
i've had this tapestry ever since Anthony gave it to me Back In The Day... i lost it for a few years in all of my boxes, but LOOK i found it, love! finally...
a shawl from India, for no reason, from one of my former teachers? Alrighty then.
light-up Mardi Gras tambourine? check...
my woodworking friend (NOT my ex-roommate, which would have made it even more weird...) even gave me a dildo once.
i don't even know.
proof that i used to be a Goth: one of my exes gifted me this coffin purse. i have absolutely no need for this. sooo, if anyone is looking for a nice coffin purse... hit me up.
i'm not even immune from strange gifts from Matt. he has impeccable taste, of course, and i always love them, but they're certainly off the beaten path.
for example, i'll ask for a new photo album, or seasons of Dexter, or books...
and i'll get supplies to make mead. or an orange tree, and a swinging bench. or a digital recorder.