That “size 2” carpet fugness all over JLove is begging to be ripped off and Dirt Deviled. After that, I’m going to hang it up over my memaw’s vinyl and rattan sofa as fine art. Seriously, my memaw had a shag rug or a damn blanket hanging up on almost every wall. She said it was cheaper than going to the swap meet and buying Monet posters. Point pretty much taken. And when I asked why she had bouquets of backyard tree branches in 99 Cent Store vases all over her house, she said, “My social security check does not cover silk flowers!” Point taken, the sequel.
Here’s JLove taking my grandma’s new art piece to lunch yesterday in L.A. In the first thumbnail, I almost swooned at the sight of the graceful butchie gayelle, but then my eyes heaved at the cell phone on her waist band. That is something I refuse to accept no matter how well you know how to work a power drill.