This entire house tour pretty much illustrates my future adult home. Too bad “Zandonella-Stannard” rendered in wooden type may prove difficult to hang above my bed.

Fingers crossed I’ll be sold off for three goats and some vintage Corningware by then.

I’ve come to realize that otherwise creepy collections may be rendered acceptable to others when placed neatly in a shadow box or frame. Normalcy through organization, people. No one can touch my plastic menagerie now.