Lovely - gag. Let me tell you when I used to attend Furniture Market there was one showroom (can't remember the name) that was always packed and literally had the most God awful furniture known to man. I'm not sure the target audience but as one of the buyers from a major furniture company said one time in a fabric showing I was in (it has become my motto) - "There's an ass for every seat."
I actually clients once who had furniture similar to this. All purchased from India and shipped to Houston...before they hired me. I was contracted to do their windows. Swags, tassles, jabots, did I say swags?! My Dad helped me to deliver some art one day...his eyes got bigger and bigger as we walked thru the house. When we got back in the car he asked, "When did you start decorating whorehouses?"
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Wow. It is such an honor, yet there are no words. Swan furniture, I giveth thee a home, check my blog.
Lovely - gag. Let me tell you when I used to attend Furniture Market there was one showroom (can't remember the name) that was always packed and literally had the most God awful furniture known to man. I'm not sure the target audience but as one of the buyers from a major furniture company said one time in a fabric showing I was in (it has become my motto) - "There's an ass for every seat."
Oh HAIL to the NO. Thanks a lot. Now I have to go scrub my eyeballs with Lava. I hope you're happy.
- Shannan
In this case, the swan is almost as ugly as the duckling!
Talk about OVERKILL... Yikes!
Oh. My. Gawd. This is quite possibly the ugliest furniture my eyes have ever seen!
That faucet reminds me of the Billy Madison bathtub scene where he goes "What are you looking at SWAN?!" lol
Interesting faucet. Wonder if they have bats available.
who would buy that shit? that's the REAL horror.
OH. MY. GOD. I am strangely attracted to that faucet.
Oh!! My eyes!!
I actually clients once who had furniture similar to this. All purchased from India and shipped to Houston...before they hired me. I was contracted to do their windows. Swags, tassles, jabots, did I say swags?! My Dad helped me to deliver some art one day...his eyes got bigger and bigger as we walked thru the house.
When we got back in the car he asked, "When did you start decorating whorehouses?"
OMG Jill, that's hilarious!
I don't even know what that last thing IS.
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