This little bungalow was filled with creatures great and small.
Here's the kitchen. I include it not because it contained so many animals. It didn't. But there were two women at the sale who kept commenting about how cute it was. It's not the worst kitchen I've ever seen -- that honor would have to go this
this place in Highland Park -- but cute? Eye of the beholder, I guess.
However, I did find this trio of cardinals perched on the counter.
This tropical sun room was just a few steps behind the kitchen, and teemed with wildlife.
This proud big cat decorated one wall.
And this adorable little one took care of the other.
These birds really gave the room an Enchanted Tiki Room vibe. Am I in River Grove, or Disneyland?
I'd like to think you flushed this once to turn it on, and again to turn it off.
I'm not sure what species of Cardinal this is, but it does poorly in captivity.
Unlucky bamboo.
Let's go downstairs. Be sure to watch your step, and not the crazy crime-scene tape strung everywhere.
Or this crappy tile job. The only nice thing you can say about this is that it certainly is durable.
This mattress and box spring are fit for a king. Of the jungle!
It looks like a bird flew up to that straw hat, built a comfortable nest made from leaves and flowers, laid some lovely eggs, and then just decided to die.
Here's the world's angriest-looking parrot to see us off for today. Polly says, "That's all."
You entered the house through the back door, and this bedroom was the first stop. That floral-and-butterfly print wallpaper on a black background must have looked great in the light of a red bulb.
The way this reclining minstrel blends into that pattern is pure genius.
These masks of comedy and tragedy kept watch over the bed beneath them. I'm sure they both found plenty to laugh/cry about.
This assault on the senses was just down the hall. As Tim Gunn says from time to time on Project Runway, "That's a lot of look."
This pair of pink chairs and the Grecian statuary lamp between them are doing nothing to alleviate the situation.
Let's follow this mother and daughter down to the basement.
This French Provincial-style TV is probably similar to the one Napoleon and Marie Antoinette used to watch.
For just one dollar I could have been the proud owner of a giant plastic bar of Dial soap. I was a fool to pass it up.
If I owned this, I'd hang it next to a print of that Salvador Dali painting with the melted watches.
You two again? Get a room. There are plenty upstairs!
Here we have Streisand and Kristofferson's porcelain counterparts. This might have been kind of cool, if someone hadn't stitched their eyes closed.
Based on everything I've seen here today, this magazine must have been a gift subscription. And, perhaps, a hint.
