You don't really have to clean, you know.

Just shove all the crap over to one side so it doesn't show in the photo. It would take five minutes, tops.

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?

Pick a door, any door...

Is it just my vertigo acting up, or does this room defy the laws of space and time?

Eh, good enough

"What do you think -- is there anything else we could do to make the house look like it's worth half a million?"

"Nah. We're done. Take the photo and let's slap it up on the Web."

This time, it's the hat I can't explain.

What does this remind me of? Oh, right... this:

Oh dear.

What is this? Perhaps I am happier not knowing.

Nostalgia

This photo is here just because it reminds me of one of my favorite apartments back when I lived by myself. It, too, was pink. One previous residen, a friend of mine, had painted it all pink. This pink. Bright pink. All of it.

The bathroom was kind of cool -- although it was pink, it also had a bunch of "Mr. Lucky" cats stenciled on the walls.

The tenant who lived there after the pink painter and before me got all obsessive and painted over all the pink, painting around the Mr. Luckys -- so I got to have a nice white and green bathroom, with black kitty cats.