Monday, March 23, 2009

You never calll, you never write...



dw found this pensive chair, sitting by itself in the warm glow of the florescent lights, staring into the fireplace, thinking about Chair and all the freedom it has...

10 comments:

Melissa ~ Wife to 1, Mom to 5 said...

I personally loved the flowers-in-vase on the table runner. Nothing says "buy me" more than seeing personal possessions up close and personal! Come on! I want to see HOUSE photos, not the stuff in the houses.

Ruthykins said...

i know! for real! show me the room, not all your stuff!

drjim said...

Why, it's Chair's Grandfather!

FonHom said...

Silver pointer has noticed Chair, appreciates four "markable" legs.

burhanistan said...

This scene has a nice stark quality to it. This is where I'd like to be found burning incriminating documents after liquidating the rest of the furnishings when the FBI storms in.

Brooke said...

The Dalmatian by the fireplace looks like he is about to walk over and pee on the Oriental rug...

burhanistan said...

No, no. Dalmatians are pointers, and he is pointing at the ghost in the chair.

bikergeek said...

@Brooke:

I hope the Dalmation doesn't pee on the rug. That rug really ties the room together.

Lulu LaBonne said...

Chair ran off because his lover was too domineering, you know the overbearing type.

Christina said...

Nothing like asbestos floor tile and fluorescent lighting to give a place that real homey feel, right?