An ever-increasing collection: boring postcards from motels, hotels, and miscellaneous residences across the United States.
First in the series: Bellflower Friendship Manor, Bellflower, CA. A retirement community owned by First Baptist Church of Bellflower and managed by American Baptist Homes of the West, a non-profit corporation.
Found at a Berkeley yard sale over the weekend. We haven’t decided how to dress him to coordinate with our two female torsos, so he’s occupying our antique wheelchair for now.
That’s who it looks like to us, anyway.
Years ago, we found a broken and headless concrete turtle. Much like the scientist who turns his assistant into a giant slug, we are turning Mr. Turtle into a completely new species.
In the mid-70s, ads for this set were in every comic on the market. Six-year-old Propagatrix (who had an industrial-strength crush on Vincent Price) wanted this in the worst way, but had to wait a while to get it.
Forty-two years, to be exact.
I like the idea of flesh-eating plants in this cutesy IKEA container.