Sometimes I like to play this game wherein I go to the thrift store, locate the least attractive thing I can find, buy it, then bring it home and love it so hard it can’t help but be magnificent. It challenges me to look at things differently, and to realize that there is something wonderful in every act of creation, even if the end results score high on the fuglometer.
Sometimes it’s a hideous old hand-thrown coffee mug. Sometimes it’s an acrylic scarf so scratchy it might as well have been woven from human hair. And sometimes, just sometimes, it’s a giant basket of fruit of fruit made entirely of seashells.
Behold!
I know, I know. You can go on and see it as ugly, and that’s okay because I will see enough awesome for the both of us. I’m so excited. It’s just what I needed. Shell fruit! Now I wonder how we ever lived apart. It’s astounding how invigorating a little bad taste can be.
Even the bedazzled dinosaur loves it, and he is a hard fella to please.
Is it “fuglo-meeter” or “fuh-glom-eh-ter”? Important question, Peaches…
I would say “fuh-glom-eter” (rhymes with thermometer) but this really is a personal choice. Potato, potahtoe (I will only silently judge those who say pahtahtoe).
Ooh….Holy Chambered Nautilus, Batman! Part of the mystique is wondering who made it and why, but it’s pretty shell-tacular, at any rate.
I love your game theory, it is truly wonderful!
You could charge admission to your apartment, like an amazing, super-cool museum.
I don’t think I could charge for admission, but maybe a buck to look at my cat or something. She is impressive.
I was expecting something REALLY bad- this is great!! So over the top it’s a wonderful piece of folk art.
We need more pictures! And closeups! I love stuff like this. I don’t think this is American, though. I wonder where it is from. Maybe the Caribbean? My first purchase of ugly was three birds made of shells standing on the edge of a clam shell, anchored by cement or something. Their beaks were painted red, maybe nail polish. I used to put jewelry in the clam shell. Now…where is that? I do the same thing. Some things are so ugly they are awe-inspiring.
Yes I was wondering about the origins as well. It feels like something someone brought back after a glorious vacation. I was thinking Mexico, but you might be right with the island vibe.
I have a few things that would rate rather high on the fuglometer around the house, too. Mostly inherited from my MIL, so DH has an attachment to them. I cope by bedazzling them like your dino! Small ribbon bows at the necks of the borzoi on the 1920’s statue, the cuckoo on the clock, – even the LeBron James bobble-head!
I don’t know HOW you can call that ugly! I am drawn to things like that because of my mother. She had those little shadow boxes of people going about their daily chores all over her house. Not pictures but actual little dolls and little kitchens and such. I loved them! Anything 3d is great in my books.
I love the theory of love it into magnificence. There is something wonderful in every act of creation. This explains the doll head with tootsie roll hair over a jar of tootsie rolls that I couldn’t let go of until the ants attacked. Thank you.