how would you describe this horrific tacky artwork that my mother seems to adore: http://photobucket.com/albums/y176/may_ ... gBears.jpg
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For the past year or so my mother has had that painting hanging over our mantle. I think it is the cheesiest, ugliest, tackiest thing ever. My mom describes it as a masterpiece of fine art...
We live in a nice townhouse in a nice neighborhood, it cost more than we can afford and are moving out in the summer. When we first got the house my mother and I were concerned about making the place worth more when we moved out. We replaced carpeting and countertops and such and had a handyman finish the unfinished half-basement (which is now my room). Once we got everything finished the whole house looked nice... for a day or so...
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my sister and mother are complete and utter SLOBS while I am the MOST anal retentive person you'll meet... My mother also bought two cats that RUINED the basement area next to my room and constantly fills my living space with the scent of litter and cat-feces. not to mention they ruined the basement rugs, chairs, everything, so the room next to mine is pretty much a barren wasteland for the cats now. Then when our dogs perished she bought a new dog... the devil spawned husky we had for a few months this summer before we found it a new family to terrorize... er.. love... $10,000 in repairs from that creature. Furniture damaged beyond repair, smells that won't go away. Then we got our Gorgi and it chewed up all the wood railings on the stairs and loft... My mother changed so much decorating after she married her new hick...err... husband... and now she purchased a new rug (to replace one destroyed by the cats) it looks like something out of the funky 70's and really looks awful... All in all my room is the only saving grace of the house at this point, people are always amazed when they see my keen decorating and cleanliness in contrast to the slop of my mother and sister.
the funniest thing is my mother's husband (who lives in indiana) has no idea how much of a slob those two are because they clean up when he comes (And ONLY when he comes) so he thinks they are normal people... he'll know terror when they live with him full time...
and I can imagine trying to sell our house in a few months... we might as well stick plastic flamingos and gnomes outside let some chickens inside...
I CAN'T WAIT TO GET AWAY FROM THEM!!!!