And sadly, I’m not even kidding you.
Y’all these are metal butterflies. Attached to a wall that’s painted like a vine. On purpose.
Actually, it’s not just the one. There are four of these butterfly “scenes” surrounding me as I cook. It’s a little disturbing. And it’s been like this since JFK was stressed about Cuba.
I think their time has come.
Watch for it.
I have to admit it. I liked the butterflies when I lived there.
Love it! Are you doing it yourself or did you hire some fabulous local artisan?!
Oh no no no no no. This is not a good thing. The butterflies’ days are numbered. Sorry, Tish.
What does it say about me that the first thing I think of when I see interesting 3 dimensional art is “that must be a b@tch to dust”?
Keep the butterflies – you may want to do a “restoration” some day.