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Precious Moments figurines make me want to buy a shotgun so I can properly dispose of them. They're SO hideously cutesy and sappy. And, yes, I received one as a gift once. It sat in my basement for a decade. After it got coated in dust and fly poop, it looked a little better.
I clicked on this thread because I saw the title in the "active threads" list and thought it was hilarious. For a time, my mother and my aunts were all ooh-ing and aah-ing over Thomas Kincade.
But now...PRECIOUS MOMENTS, GAG MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Back in the 90s, this woman in my department was getting married. She was in her thirties, and at her work shower some of the other women pooled their money to buy her a Precious Moments thing. I was like, "Are you kidding me? For a grown woman, a woman getting married? Aren't those things for young teenagers?" They all sort of sneered at me for not appreciating this wonderful "art".
Pictures of Robert E Lee or Jesus standing over the bed of a sleeping child.
Prints of Aztec pottery and cacti.
Dream catchers and prints of wolves.
Most cowboy and/or cabin decor.
Those English and Irish porcelain collectible heads of sailors, seamen, pirates, sea captains, etc. that people hang in groupings.
Thimble collections (why, why, why?????)
Culturally inappropriate "black art" - like old advertisements of African Americans with gigantic lips, rolling eyes, etc.
Oh, Lord, you forgot the statue of the howling coyote that sits on the floor.
The bolded ones are making me inappropriately laugh out loud at my desk (as I inappropriately check CD while printing documents).
I've never seen the sailor heads...I can't believe I've missed that pleasure!
I have to say, during my mom's and aunts' Kincaide frenzy, there was one in the gallery that I did kind of like. It was a creek in the woods in the snow, and it was selling for much less than the others because it was an older thing he did and not the same as the more popular village or garden scenes that were big sellers at that time. I didn't buy it, though.
My FIL has a nude painting all done in blue, on black velvet. Gawd aweful.
He has another semi-nude that some friend painted. She has her shirt open on one side, and partially on the other. The artist??? wanted to show both nipples SO MUCH that the one nipple is almost over where her breastbone should be. Anatomy lessons might have helped!
How about outside decor? Plastic Pink Flamingos stuck in a flower garden have got to be the ugliest/tackiest ornaments on earth along the same lines as painted white rocks lining a driveway. Gag me! A funny story: I was in a scavenger hunt once, and one of the items we needed to collect was a Pink Flamingo. We had to PAY the owner a $10 deposit with a promise we'd bring it back. (which we did) She'd had 2 others taken from her yard before. Guess what else she had? Painted white rocks as edging for her flower bed lol
Plastic sunflowers on a steel rod, stuck in the ground and the petals whirl around like a windmill when the wind blows.
Cutsie painted yard signs stuck everywhere.
Old toilets and claw footed bathtubs filled with earth and being used as flower planters.
Oh noooooooooooooooooooooo. I have a new neighbor in my building (condo complex). They moved in last year, and immediately put out front a huge plastic toucan, a huge plastic flamingo, somehow nailed a giant flipflop to the exterior brick wall, and have assorted other plastic flowers and stupid stuff in the garden.
Then September came, and all of this was replaced with skeletons, gravestones, an ugly human in a cage hanging from the porch ceiling that screamed "LET ME OUT!" when my car pulled up, as well as assorted other Halloween crap. The week after Halloween...it was Christmas. An outdoor tree, enough lights to outfit a McMansion on a 942 s.f. condo, a giant snowman, a santa, etc., etc., then in January it was Valentine's Day, which was mostly some red lights and cardboard hearts, and right after Valentine's day, a giant cardboard egg person was in their front window. Now there is a six-foot-tall bunny wearing overalls on a big stake in the garden, but last night he was lying face down on the ground, and I laughed.
I have the same unit they do. I have no idea where they store this stuff.
I cant stand a lot of ornaments like Royal Doulton ..all out on display as a big collection, to show a wee bit of wealth no taste....Years ago it was a rage to have big raffia fans, and shapes all over the living room walls.. they were ugly, and even further back we had the cheap Spanish dancer frames prints.. every house either had them or the even worse Chinese girls with the green faces.. my god talk about no taste. super cringe...Revealed after 60 years... the real Green Lady whose face is on a million living room walls | Mail Online
They called them Thalidomide babies -- it was a birth defect caused by that drug. I have no idea why so many artists painted them -- they did have very oversized eyes.
Walter & Margaret Keane -- the Kincades of their day.
They called them Thalidomide babies -- it was a birth defect caused by that drug. I have no idea why so many artists painted them -- they did have very oversized eyes.
I think that was just a bad joke. Thalidomide may cause eye abnormalities, but it is usually small or missing eyes, not oversized ones.
One Christmas, a well-meaning co-worker from mainland China who was trying to be culturally sensitive gave everyone at the lab presents which he had carefully selected for them. My gift was a large beige plastic depiction of the "praying hands" (I'm an atheist, and not shy about it). I thanked him very politely and transferred it immediately from my car to the area near the dumpsters. The next day it was gone -- one of my neighbors who can appreciate it more is displaying it in her house.
Walter & Margaret Keane -- the Kincades of their day.
Walter & Margaret Keane had an acrimonious divorce. He claimed to have painted the pictures; however, his wife was actually the artist. He just signed them. At the divorce trial, the judge (a very wise person!) presented each of them with an easel and paint. Walter tried to beg off. Margaret did her thing!
"Four decades ago, Keane paintings were reviled by the art establishment as being about as subtle and original as pornography. But the masses snatched up the paintings, which hung in New York's United Nations, Moscow's Bolshoi Theatre, and in the homes of such celebrities as Joan Crawford, Red Skelton, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Dinah Shore and Dean Martin. Even Madame Chiang Kai-shek owned one."
I got flamed very badly for saying this on a real estate forum thread, but -
When I was house hunting I sometimes saw homes with living rooms containing a gigantic new TV but inexpensive, worn furniture - all gathered around the tv. And no books anywhere in the house.
I said that was "sad" and was jumped on from every direction.
But it is sad, and it does makes me cringe.
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