Drunk tank pink

The theory that pink prison cells will help calm inmates has been disproven, I believe... which leaves absolutely no good reasons for doing this to a room.

For keeping kosher?

This 414 square foot studio seems to have two kitchens. Maybe the bottom one is a real kitchen, and they wisely moved all the appliances to the other corner to take the photo... and then forgot to move them out of the way for the second photo?

Double wide. Double!

Yeah, it's a mobile home, but really: if the asking price is a mere quarter million, there's only so much effort you can expect the seller to put into the listing.

Winchester Split-Level of Mystery

It's a very narrow hallway leading to a very little door that's three feet off the ground. Perhaps I will move here, and make my kids sleep in the very little room when they're bad. Or maybe I'll store very little things here. Like cookies.

(See! I end on a cheerful note! So my tasteless joke is okay! And my kids never read this anyway... as far as I know. Maybe they do have wifi up in the attic. And yes, I know it's not really a split level. I don't care. Pfffft!)

The curtains, they do nothing!

I can't tell from the photo if these teensy curtains are on the shower curtain rod, or if they're in front of the window. Either way... wha'?

Cross my listing with silver

If I had a room like this in my house, I would earn pin money by holding séances in my spare time.

This is just weird. And sad.

This house is for sale:

As the listing says, it's an "excellent opportunity to own the property of legendary jazz artist Ernestine Anderson." But then it says the value is in the land, so really it's an opportunity to buy her house and knock it down.

Have I mentioned my claustrophobia?

You have a choice. You can have windows, letting in fresh air and sunlight -- or you can have the world's largest plug-in headboard. How to choose?

It's a tiki hut! In Shoreline!

OK, actually it isn't a thatched tiki hut... but I thought it was when I first glanced at this photo. (I do not mock! I love! Imagine how good it must smell inside. I do wonder what it looks like the rest of the year, though.)

Watching the watchers

This photo is supposed to appeal to... who, exactly?

Delicious, but not practical. (And not really delicious.)

This kitchen seems to have been tiled with Zots.

For sale by the Hanso Foundation

I know this neighborhood well. It is not a dark and foreboding tropical island. It is not run by the Dharma Initiative. At least I don't think it is.

(blush)

It's just me, isn't it.

Trying too hard (although Miss Skelly did get me to look)

Pull your skirt up over your head while you're at it, will you?

Whoops.

I bet they felt so stupid when they realized they'd put the shingles on the wrong side of the roof.

"Not for the faint-hearted. Bring your guts and checkbook."

Eeeek! It's another carpeted kitchen!

...At least I hope it is. Because if that isn't carpeting, it's very, very furry linoleum.

I see London, I see France...

Tee hee hee.

And there... at the desk... was the ghost of the kitchen chair!

Spooooky chair dressed up like a ghooooost.... (but we know it's not a vampire chair because we can see its reflection).

The listing includes this line: "In 2001, the owners had a vision for this waterfront beauty w/ inspiration from the artist, Thomas Kinkade." I'm more of a Vladimir Tretchikoff gal, myself, but I try not to let it influence me too much.

Just wipe your hands on your jeans.

It's another staging gone wrong! In an attempt to get that Pottery Barn look so beloved by stagers, someone has... tied twine around the towels?

This photo raises more questions than it answers.

What is that thing? That white thing? Over in the corner?