The Land That Taste Forgot.

I'm extremely proud to be a Montanan (although technically I wasn't born here) but sometimes I'm amazed at the lack of taste walking around the streets of Missoula. Paintings tend to look more like trippy pictures of mushrooms that you would find in Spencer's Gifts (except they are thousands of dollars and of horses) and home decor usually includes more of these bear carvings than anything you would find in Design Within Reach. Of course, I'm generalizing and being a snooty bitch, but sometimes that's fun to do....

I've been wanting to redecorate my apartment recently and today as I walked around the crowded farmers market I got hit with the idea that perhaps I will just pack as many of these wooden bears into my 400 sq foot apartment as I possibly can. You could walk into my apartment and it could be like playing "Where's Waldo" only you'd be searching for my face hidden among the bears like E.T. among the stuffed animals. Are these the Montana version of the Scarecrow? Maybe I'll start a trend in the city? One way I'm guaranteed to make an impact in the bear carving market is if I wear a glittery gold hat such as the woman below is wearing.

(Is she surrounded by construction guarding for a reason? Perhaps the bears are attracted to shiny hats? The picture really does not do it justice.)

This hat had as many sequins as Siegfried and Roy's costumes but I guess it was helping block the harmful rays of the sun (and reflecting them to blind the rest of us.) I want one....now. Just imagine me sitting in my wooden bear apartment with a shimmery gold sun hat. Painful image? Happy Saturday!

Comments

[Philip aka Oberon]

So when are you returning to the Real World?

The gold hat is definitely you...

[tonya]

Yeah, I have the same question as Philip?

This post reminds me of a mansion that I once visited somewhere in Georgia near Atlanta called the Swan House or something (my Swing team was on a dance competition trip there and we were bored and my annoying friends with the car wouldn't go visit MLK's church like I wanted to do but instead wanted to go tour this dumb mansion). The rich people who once lived there stored some kind of swan -- either a small porcelain figurine or a tiny painting of one somewhere in each of the enormous rooms. During the tour, the guests would be asked to find the swan in each room. It was nuts and I remember thinking, did these people have anything better to do with their time...

[M]

I'm coming back on Tuesday but I'm unfortunately still pretty under the weather. This is beginning to frustrate me to no end. Another round of doctors when I get back to see if there's anything I can do. Gotta catch Ohad and Alessandra but other than that a lot more laying low. Going to try to do a little bit of moving next week with some pilates with my sister. Hooray!