|That scary ornament I mentioned yesterday
||[Dec. 20th, 2014|06:25 pm]
Thrift Shop Horrors
Okay, so I lied. I do have words. I have words that someone turned Santa into a red felt zombie, decorated with sequins. |
I'd hate to see what his reindeer might look like.
The eyes are a little freaky, but I kind of like this!
Edited at 2014-12-21 12:35 am (UTC)
Yeah, it's got that weird 50's vibe that a lot of my parents' homemade ornaments have. I'm pretty fond of those ornaments, so this Santa isn't too much of a shock for me :p.
I believe it's factory made, it's a little too...neat? for a craft piece.
The eyes have it, indeed.
ia, it's not that horrible. I'm thinking more like gaudy or arabesque, but not zombie.
I mean OP gets points for ugly, but...less on the horror side for me.
I think it's fine, but for the eyes.
it looks remarkably similar to one my grandmother had on her tree annually...
Grannys have the best/weirdest ornaments.
It looks like something for the Red Hat Society!
Awww, your spider's so cute!
I like turtles (thought this is my only other turtle-con).
A tortoise with a raspberry beret? :D
Here's mine. Are you familiar with tortoise cozies?
You know, the kind you'd find in a second-hand store.
If my mother saw those, and I still lived in Florida, all the endangered tortoises around my house would be sporting such things.
I didn't know much about Florida's gopher tortoises -- living in California, it's desert tortoises and their problems I'm familiar with -- so I found this
I don't know whether any of the gopher tortoise's non-human predators can see in color (my first thought was ravens, which are a major problem for desert tortoises, but I didn't see any birds on the list). But obviously they don't need to be any more attractive to humans! ;)
I grew up with several California desert tortoises in the back yard. (My mother still has a few.) We didn't take any of them out of the wild, though. Unfortunately they'd been taken already by other people :(
That song's from my era!
Aren't they cute? I had about eight large ones (i.e., over six inches in length), one super-large female (about a foot in length) and some babies. They'd come into my fenced yard and harass my dogs (and get eaten). And they'd go into the front yard and get drunk off the ground fruit from my Japanese plum tree. Which was always hysterical, since they'd get fussy and angry when I'd approach them while they were imbibing. Stomping their little legs and hissing at me and bobbing their heads.
My parents would come visit me, and Mom would mark the shells of the turtles with a marker, so she could keep track of them.