
If you follow me on Twitter, Facebook, or Instagram, you might have seen this ridiculously ugly painting. I bought it at Goodwill a few weeks ago. Don’t judge.
I actually passed it by several times, not giving it a second thought. It was priced at $30, which was, to me, overpriced for a painting that looked like it belonged in a hotel lobby in 1987.
But then the voice on the PA system said that purple tags were half off that day. The painting had a purple tag. I kept shopping, browsing the kids’ clothes, the furniture, the plates, but the painting was stuck on my brain. I left without it. I mean… it was ridiculously ugly.
I returned home, unloaded the car, and told Kyle I needed to go back, get one more thing. I paid for the purple beast and finagled it around the carseats, barely closing the trunk.
See, I wanted it for only reason: it’s huge.


































