Round Top, TX

This gallery captures you juxtaposing a mid-century Eames chair with a literal bucket of railroad spikes, I am not merely shopping; I am participating in a performance of delusional logistics. Each item purchased represents a silent prayer that it will somehow fit into a mid-sized sedan alongside a bag of kettle corn and three other people. This collection serves as a testament to the eternal Texas truth: If you don't buy it now, it will haunt you forever, but if you do buy it, you have to explain to your spouse why we now own a headless mannequin named Brenda.”