Suburban Trash Hunting

No, I haven't been digging through actual trash piles recently.

But I did pick something up on the side of the road. We were on our way to a friend's house on Sunday when I spied something leaning against the ground. You know how when you see a pile of stuff and you can tell it's got a "please someone pick me up and take me to your house" kind of vibe?  Well, this thing was screaming LOVE ME!  So I squealed, scared the crap out of Ryan, demanded we make a U-Turn, popped out of the van, and threw this baby in the back.

It's signed by the artist and is even titled.  "Dining Room Table".  Yeah, a name filled with symbolism and mystery. I would never have guessed this was a table and chairs.

For those scoffing and questioning my taste level...well, let's call it Primitive Art. There's a whole museum filled with this stuff in Baltimore, the Visionary Art Museum, and people actually PAY to see the stuff.  It might possibly be my favorite museum in the world.  When I was in college, I remember seeing a sweater that some crazy lady had made out of her bed sheets (which she had meticulously separated into little fibers) from the asylum...then she claimed to not remember doing it.  There was also a sky high paper-mâché sculpture of Divine (think: Pink Flamingos the movie.  Gosh, I saw that movie with one of my college roommates over spring break.  Gross!).  They even had a model of the Lusitania made out of toothpicks!

Anywho, I think the painting's kind of cool, and it'll go great next to my 2nd grade abstract masterpiece I have hanging in the family room (My elementary art teacher said it was genius.  Smart lady).