Our suburban neighbors to the north and west are an interesting bunch with an appreciation for mid-century architecture, art and design. And, occasionally, the odd. Whenever there's an estate sale in Skokie, I consider it a must-see stop on my weekly explorations.
I don't know if that winged egg/RV is a piece of artwork or something mom and dad used to convince the kids that camping really isn't that much fun after all.
Either way, it's worth a closer look, because I' never seen anything like it before, and probably won't see it again, barring its reappearance at
someone else's estate sale.
This must be where the Goth twins slept.
Get in, do your business, and get out, because the walls are closing in.
Mom could put in a few miles on the treadmill, relax and watch her afternoon soaps, and turn in for a well-deserved night's sleep -- all without ever leaving this room or speaking to another living soul.
Down in the basement I found what is either the world's saddest guest room, or the place where mismatched twin beds go to die.
This one looks like someone decided to paint with a used diaper.
If it looks like Monday, and feels like Monday, it must be about Monday.
Although I'm a fan of Ivan Albright, his work does have a tendency to scare small children.
Tuesday.
His Honor was not amused.
I see this with that index card there and just cringe.
I don't know if that winged egg/RV is a piece of artwork or something mom and dad used to convince the kids that camping really isn't that much fun after all.
Either way, it's worth a closer look, because I' never seen anything like it before, and probably won't see it again, barring its reappearance at someone else's estate sale.
This must be where the Goth twins slept.
Get in, do your business, and get out, because the walls are closing in.
Mom could put in a few miles on the treadmill, relax and watch her afternoon soaps, and turn in for a well-deserved night's sleep -- all without ever leaving this room or speaking to another living soul.
Down in the basement I found what is either the world's saddest guest room, or the place where mismatched twin beds go to die.
This one looks like someone decided to paint with a used diaper.
If it looks like Monday, and feels like Monday, it must be about Monday.
Although I'm a fan of Ivan Albright, his work does have a tendency to scare small children.
Tuesday.
His Honor was not amused.
I see this with that index card there and just cringe.
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