One of my favorite treasures is this old, wooden, "House of Beauty" sign from a beauty parlor.
This morning, as I walked through the family room, tripping over dog toys and dirty socks, I was struck by the irony of that title atop the dishelved and untidy sofa.
So I took a pic, and posted it.
Just a little glimpse of where... and how... I live.
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