Stuff your parents had in the house

My mom had “Live, Laugh, Love.”

Only the most elegant houses had doll covers for the toilet paper.

there were a couple years where they went enchilada entera with "Colonial Spanish" of the "empire" sub-genre. Not rustic. Florid. Conquistador Baroque. Then there was a total flip and it was Pop modern.

Gran.

We had in the 1990's a refrigerator magnet that said-

INDULGE and BULGE.

Mamaw had this at her Southern house and so did we in Southern California.

My mom had this exact sign with the "Kitchen Prayer."

We had a couple of these gems in our house in the 70s. I was just a small child but I remember the kitsch. One was blue with a lake and the other was yellow, don't remember what was on that one.

I have and use the set like at R6 to this day. I inherited it from my grandmother. She used to buy apricot juice in big cans and then keep it in the carafe.

My parents had one of these by the kitchen sink for the dish sponge. (Apologies if this posts multiple times. It’s being temperamental.).

We had a plaque that read:

“I’m going to have a nervous breakdown. I’ve worked for it. I owe it to myself. And no one’s going to deprive me of it.”

I like your mom R10

My grandmother had a wooden sign shaped and painted like a black Mamie that said “Wipe Yo Feet, Honeychile”

Mamie Eisenhower. R12?

Or Mammy?

My grandmother had a plaque on the wall in her back porch/three-season room which said, “Backdoor Friends Are Best” that I always wanted.

She also had an iron trivet hanging on the wall of her breakfast nook which said, “No Matter Where I Serve My Guests, It Seems They Like My Kitchen Best.”

I have one that says, “I hate everyone and shoes”

My mom kept her tiny dead dog in a Tupperware container. When she went to Lake Vermilion for the summer she took the dog EVERY YEAR.

My parents didn’t have any cute wall art or plaques with sayings.

But one thing they had that I haven’t seen in anyone’s home in decades was a covered ceramic dish on the living room coffee table that held cigarettes for guests. It was always kept full.

It didn’t have a flower design like the one in the pic. But it was otherwise similar.

In the 70s, my parents had one of these above the fire place. So sophisticated.

We had a pic of a cowboy taking a piss (from behind) and it said, "The pause that refreshes".

We had this exact conquistador thing hanging over the fireplace.

My mother had a large teak fork, knife and spoon set hanging on the wall of our kitchen. It complimented the orange and green colored wallpaper with the Crepes Suzette recipe off nicely.

6 chaises Louis XVI et 2 fauteuils?

OP, did it look like this?

We had that orange juice jug, too.

Did anyone else have this in the bathroom? It seems creepy now.

Grandma always had a Kitchen Witch.

[quote] a plaque…which said, “Backdoor Friends Are Best”

That would be hilarious in a gay man’s apartment

Another one for the "Kitchen Witch", as did many of Mom's friends.

These creepy statues sat on top of our piano. I always wondered where these came from and why.

My aunt had a plaque in her bathroom that read: "If you sprinkle when you tinkle, be sweet and wipe the seat."

My parents were mostly very tasteful, but I seem to remember a pet rock and a round tuit at one point.

^^ didn't understand the assignment. PARENTS had in the house not random RELATIVES. SHEESH!

Jars of pickled bums. So elegant.

A female friend of a friend had fake paper money with drawings of very hot naked men.

The pic of the "Love Is..." cartoon reminded me of a favorite childhood memory. When I was 8 or so, a friend and I saw on a sidewalk that someone had scrawled "FUCK" in chalk. We didn't know what that meant, so my friend asked his father that night. The next day, my friend reported back that his father said "fuck" means "a man and a woman naked together". (Much was lost in the telling and reporting.). Since those "Love Is.." cartoons were the only thing we had ever seen that had a "man and a woman naked together", we assumed that "fuck" was just another word for those cartoons. It didn't make much sense, but we didn't have a better explanation.

Royal Copenhagen Christmas plates.

We had this and neither were religious or ever attended church

R35 I have those in my house! I'm Danish, though. I have plates for everyone's birth year in the family.

My Aunt had a stained glass Kitchen witch in the kitchen window for years, I wish I had it. My mom had a mirrored sign that said "Objects in this mirror are smaller than they appear." Cause she had big breasts. She thinks the ghost of my grandmother thought it was tacky and knocked it off the wall.

This sign was on the front door.

Ashtrays everywhere. In the 70s/80s going outside for a cig was unheard of. People smoked in every room of the house.

And she never used them as dishtowels after the year was over.

R2 I forgot about those. Ours was in pink rose. My mom made several of them and gave them out to relatives and friends. It was all the rage in the 1970s and 1980s.

My grandmother and my great aunts had those Hummel figurines, which I haven't seen in decades. It's must've been a thing with their generation.

My Mom had a quote from Henry David Thoreau on the wall.

We were classy.

Our neighbors had a pool sign: "Please don't pee in our pool, we don't swim in your toilet."

My aunt had this plaque in her apartment entrance for years. I thought it was a profound statement. It's a shame she died at 72 of cancer and didn't get to grow that old after all. I still miss you Aunt Lizzy.

My mom adored these. She would only get them from Salvation Army stores though. This was in the 60’s 70’s when things where well made and weren’t picked over. I came from a large family so this helped put clothes and things within reach for a family of 6 kids. She found so many collections back then.

My mom had various clipped Cathy cartoons on the refrigerator.

My uncle, a Southern Baptist preacher, had this in his dining room:

My mom used to have the same green calendar that the Golden Girls had on the back of the kitchen door.

Crucifixes on the wall and pictures of the Virgin Mary and Child everywhere. Sorry, but I think it's tacky.

I think every suburban home in the 80s had a “Country Kithen” with at least one wooden chicken and egg.

R42, I'm enough of a tacky queen that I actually like those doll covers but I would never be bold enough to actually use them.

These kitchen canisters

We had a Desiderata in the kitchen.

Toby jugs.

The Crock Pot in the hideous harvest gold color that was somehow popular in the 70s.

My grandma had dogs playing poker on her kitchen wall, next to the table. It was a joke that one of her kids gave her-the adults would get together and play poker after Sunday dinner.

She also had that Jesus poem about the two sets of footprints in the sand, which was odd, because she was not at all religious. The only time she ever stepped foot in a church was for a funeral.

R49, we had that too in our dining room! We weren't even religious but my grandparents were. A lot of what my parents did to their home and family was because of Grandma & Grandpa's severe judgment.

My parents were both Artists.

Our house was filled with there art and other Artists art. Paintings and sculptures, glass, ceramics, filled the the walls and floors. And an extensive library with well read books. I can still smell the gesso. The wonderful incense burning. House filled with poets, musicians, lawyers, politician's and everyone welcome. Gay Men and Women could be safe and themselves there.

It was an incredible upbringing. And at age 67 have never met anyone who had what I had.

I have what's left of there art and there collection and have added to it. My house is the "Art House".

The pic I posted is my Mothers work. Titled: John 1973.

That sounds lovely, R60.

John had a nice set of low hangers

[quote] My grandmother had a wooden sign shaped and painted like a black Mamie that said “Wipe Yo Feet, Honeychile”

I protest!

If there's one thing I'm not, it's high yellow.

My mom had a little sign.

“Good morning. Let the stress begin.”

We had the glass grapes from the 70s.

A ceramic scroll on the wall over the stove that said, "No matter where I serve my guests it seems they like my kitchen best."

I remember overhearing my mother talking about what a bad idea "real art" was for either the bathroom or kitchen, I guess meaning environments susceptible to changing temperatures and humidity levels. There was no risk going on in the kitchen: she hung these blown-up cookbook pages that said 'Vittles by Laura Mae" with a recipe for roast 'possum with sweet potatoes. Which we never had.

This.

My mom had this plaque with John Kennedy’s picture on it with the years he was in the WH under it.

She was a Kennedy fan girl. We even had to take a vacation to Cape Cod with a daytrip to Martha’s Vineyard when I was a freshman in HS.

Freaking JFK haunted me, grinning from his plaque.

My mother collected Wedgewood Jasperware, Baleek china, and had a few of Hummels.

R70 one of the Jasperware plates had JFK in profile, and she had a gold watch that hung around her neck with a picture of JFK. She was a Boston Irish Catholic girl.

Growing up in the 90s, we had Lalique doves and Murano glass fashioned to look like candies

R60: Yours was the sort of house in which I wished I had grown up. Houses of college professors would become another ideal type.

Growing up in a Filipino household, we had the obligatory man in a barrel. When you remove the barrel his dick pops up. Literally every Filipino I know has barrel man.

My mother is currently planning to offload some Royal Danish Christmas plates on me—spillover from her kitchen display. My neighbors have them in their kitchen, too.

R70 My mom was also a huge JFK/Camelot fangirl. We even had a ceramic bust of JFK's head on our bookshelf. I think that thing ended up being sold with some of the rest of her junk at an estate sale.

My parents emigrated from Northern Ireland and settled in a very Irish neighborhood in NYC. In the early 70s they started receiving beautifully carved wooden harps, made by my uncle, cousins, and close friends from the old neighborhood. We had a big bay window in our living room where they were displayed. It wasn’t until I was an adult that I learned they were carved in prison while doing time for being in the IRA. I was shocked that my parents would so prominently display support for terrorism. I have no idea where they are now but I found some other ones cleaning out my grandmother’s house. Apparently my family was pretty entrenched in the IRA.

A family member sold Longaberger baskets. They seemed nice enough and I didn't mind one or two but eventually every fucking corner had a basket, or some country themed atrocity.

My dad saved every corny gift we gave him, like this:

these goddam things hanging near the kitchen table, one for each member of the family.

A very large print of Mona Lisa over the toilet. A large print of Christina’s World over the fireplace (depressing).

Two tiger paintings by Fritz Rudolph. They were in the living room for as long as I can remember.

My dad had a World's Best Dad figurine we got him.

(spoiler alert: he wasn't)

You know, I think I may have some of her other JFK stuff. Like newspapers or a scrapbook.

Wonder if that crap is worth anything? If not, I won’t bother digging it out.

R14, my mother had the same trivet hanging in the kitchen.

My mom got one of these at a tag sale and hung it in my room. After about a week I had to beg her to take it away because it made me feel too sad.

My black grandmother had one of those tissue paper dolls

Yikes, R82. Having a tiger staring at me in a painting would be a little unsettling. Not sure I'd like that.

Candles everywhere, the religious type ones

Desiderata, Syroco Wood hanging plaque (of hanging fruit) on the wall (and a post-Vatican II era cross) of the kitchen

On the window sill above the sink and on the shelves on either side: wooden, Swiss chalet weather vane with the little man and woman, Wade Irish porcelain fishing mug/music box, a Doulton "Bunnykins" child's mug, and a jigger or two.

My grandmother had Disney figurines and an Old Lady teapot (She has an ermine wrap around her

A copy of the Joy of Sex, hidden away on top of a bookcase in my dad's office/den. I found it anyway and was fascinated by the nude drawings of the guy that looked like Kris Kristofferson. I wasn't interested in the drawings of the ladies.

R91, I found The Joy of Sex in my dad’s dresser drawer. I found a kid’s “facts of life” book on the bookshelf in our family room, mixed in with the Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, and Little House books. That was “the sex talk” in my house.

My parents had "Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex* (*But Were Afraid to Ask)" on the shelves and I read it when I was 13 or so.

It's how I learned about mens room cruising, since that was described in the book (albeit at a bowling alley, not at the malls where I eventually found it).

[quote]My parents emigrated from Northern Ireland and settled in a very Irish neighborhood in NYC.

Which neighborhood, r77?

Woodlawn, r94. You?

Sorry that was me @ r77.

I grew up in New Jersey, r95 r96 r77. Woodlawn is in the Bronx, right?

Though we didn’t, a lot of people had framed photos of JFK, or plaques with JFK’s likeness, after he was killed.

r98 Right next to the framed picture of the Sacred Heart.

My aunt had one of these on her bathroom door. (Not with a skunk on it, though.)

Yes r97. Are you a cousin?!

My parents did paint-by-numbers Blue Boy and Pinkie paintings

Possibly, r101. But my grandparents were from the Republic. They came over very early in the 20th century. My grandfather lived in Little Italy, my grandmother in Newark.

Paperback books:

Helter Skelter.

Dolores (Jacqueline Susann).

Huge dictionary with tabs and cool illustrations in it, e.g., insects & butterflies.

World Book encyclopedias.

Dianetics. (This must've been a freebie. I don't remember anyone reading it, but my mom was a packrat and loathe to throw things away.)

Dr. Atkins diet book.

One neighbor family was richer and more educated than my family. They had the Encyclopedia Britannica and more than one kid in the neighborhood would use it when the library wasn't convenient. They also had a very fancy component Hi-Fi stereo system well before this was a common commodity.

We had this set of Childcraft encyclopedias which I loved. I believe were from the early 1960s (I was born in ‘74).

The following were thrown out when I was an adult, before the house had to be cleaned out for sale, but as a kid we had stacks of National Geographics and American Heritage on a book case in the upstairs hall. The same place we had a World Book encyclopedia set. My parents were big on having me and my sisters use them as references when we had to do reports for school.

As others have noted, my mom had, on display in the living and dining rooms, items from Lladro, Beleek, Lenox, Royal Dalton. When the house was culled in 2015, so much of that was just sent away to a place we found that sold used household items.

R100, OMG, had forgotten about that. Again, not my parents, but one of their friends had this with the skunk.

We had this sort of plug-in 3-D looking picture of the last supper. My mom got it as a Christmas present from my grandma, probably. I guess not really 3-D. It was one of those pictures where the scene changed as you walked by it. Really tacky, but as a gift, what else do you do but hang it up?

R81

I absolutely loathe Christina’s World. It’s so maudlin and yes, depressing.

R98

In Texas,the Catholics I knew had the Virgen de Guadalupe instead of JFK.

The complete collection of Encyclopedia Brittanica books. It didn't interest me until I was about 11-12 years old. I began perusing through them and was astounded at all the information contained on a wide variety of subjects. Today we take for granted that we can find a lot of information online and primarily on the Wikipedia site. But back then you would begin your search either from looking it up in an encyclopedia or you would got to a library. I inherited the collection and still have it.

We had a Kennedy bookcase w every book ever written about them. A JFK plate and plastic ivy decorated the top. My mom also had a plate that said, “this is my house and I do as I darn well please.” Sadly, she did not.

We had a set of the World Book encyclopedia, which I read compulsively, and also an older one from my parents' generation, the Books of Knowledge, which I also read—not exactly an encyclopedia, but a sort of informative miscellany. DL won't let me link to a photo of them, but they had red covers and sans serif titles on the cover (post New Deal era).

In the mid 80s, around the era of season 1 of The Golden Girls, my parents got a similar couch to the one they had on that set (but in blue) and a Monet print, which many homes seemed to get at around that time.

That was the Miami era for our rust belt home....the carpet was coral, which was as revolting then as it sounds now. So were the bathroom tiles.

My grandma had a sign on her back porch that said, "Welcome to Oleo Acres – A Cheaper Spread"

R109, that’s called a lenticular.

My stepmom had these two ugly velvet framed pictures. When was the toddler girl in a pink onesie and the other was a little boy in a blue onesie with like a dog pulling of the trap door. I absolutely couldn't stand them and enjoy tossing them in the trash after she died.

Another World Book Encyclopedia nerd here! We had the whole set, plus all of the yearly updates. They all had to go into a dumpster along with all of my sister's and my school papers, books, etc. due to a really bad mold infestation in the basement of my parents house. My sister was really pissed that I threw it all out, but mold spores can be deadly.

My mom got our encyclopedia set from the supermarket. Each week (or month?) a new book in the set was available. In 6th grade we had to do a report on a country. I got Turkey. I asked for another country, explaining to the teacher that our encyclopedia set only went up to K so far and that bitch told me to go to the library. Very disappointing.

The same Renoir copy as Bewitched - purchased by my dad because it was classy. My mom gave it wall space until she could put it in the basement. I was a little snob who did not understand humoring bad taste.

Wood geese painted cornflower blue with fucking ribbons around their necks - Mom couldn’t pin that shit on anyone else.

Yes, R117! This is the exact picture.

no one is clicking the links with no pics in the thread!

I am, R123.

What are you going on about, R123?

The needlepoint pillow on the sofa that said "If you haven't got anything good to say about anyone, come here and sit by me."

A bookstand atop which sat a bound 1851 issue of Harper's Monthly opened to "The Town-Ho's Story" by Herman Melville. It's the first appearance in print of "Moby Dick" which Harper's serialized. We didn't think it had anything to do with whales at the age of 12 or 13, though...

R126 Was your mama Clairee Belcher, by any chance?

[quote]Growing up in a Filipino household, we had the obligatory man in a barrel.

Did you also have a giant fork on the wall?

A wooden duck decoy

Another Encyclopedia Brittannica household! I believe we got our set using S+H stamps along with a bookcase with a slot in the back for the World Atlas (also with S+H stamps).

My parents kept all of our belongings in the house.

^^right… we all know your couch was in the front porch.

[quote]We had a couple of these gems in our house in the 70s. I was just a small child but I remember the kitsch. One was blue with a lake and the other was yellow, don't remember what was on that one.

We had one painted on a circular saw blade. A cousin gave it to Mom for Christmas one year. Mom didn't know what to do with it. Who would?

[quote]What are you going on about, R123?

He's annoyed by links to photos where you can't see the image before you click on it.

My grandmother had a lamp like this. If you switched it on the oil droplets would slide down the strings and make it seem like it was raining.

OMG R135! My grandmother had that lamp too, except that in the center it had a mill and water wheel. Tacky AF but I loved it's cheezy-ness.

R135, my cousin bought one of those for his mother with his first paycheck.

She was not pleased.

Shag carpet.

My parents had a framed print of Picasso's "Young Man with a Pipe," from his Rose Period. Decades later, the original held the record (briefly) for the most expensive painting ever sold at auction.

For some reason as a small child I got it into my head that this is what God was supposed to look like.

Now it looks more to me like Bob Denver as Gilligan.

My mom had a fridge magnet that said "Dull women have tidy houses."

R135, I was looking for a photo of one of things online but couldn't find one. A gay friend of mine had one.

My parents had a painting of a nude woman in the gameroom. I remember thinking even as a kid "ewww, boobies."

Speaking of the Philippines ... My uncle went to the Philippines and brought back several of these tiered, monkey pod lazy Susans. He gave one to my mom. Yes, there was a pineapple on top. My uncle kept the one with the man on the donkey on top.

I’ve been looking for a set of MCM glass grapes at a reasonable price for years.

“Look I it up in the World Book”. Answer from parents on every casual question.

The Encyclopedia Britannica cost $1K to 3K in 1980. According to a brief wiki search. Let's say it was 1K in 1975. I doubt it was attainable through S&H Green Stamps. Correct me if I'm wrong.

My grandmother (who is the era of most of these parents' mothers), had a couple of these in her mid-century kitchen. She hung them by the ceiling and there was one by her jalousie-windowed kitchen door, went against a polished oak paneling. I never understood why. Maybe they were a gift, maybe she was indirectly channeling Julia Child by having copperware strewn all over the place. The picture isn't exactly like the ones she had but about 90% as such. Similar inlay depicting crawfish or shrimp.

I have a full set of those gorgeous things r146. Mint condition. You literally can't give them away now. Libraries don't want them, schools don't want them. I can't bear to throw them away MARY! But it is true. If I ever get room for a home office, maybe I'll work them into the decor as a sort of a pre-Internet age representation.

Nobody else had the Durant set?

I bought a truly massive 1920s French encyclopedia 20 years ago because it was filled with beautiful engravings. I used them to make cards and labels for some homemade items I used to sell. Now they are sitting in a hot and freezing dusty attic and some other tenants have loaded several meters of junk in front of them. I guess someone will discover them many decades from now, if they survive that long. I wonder what else I put in there? Can't remember. There were a dozen unused attic spaces when I moved into my present building but they are mostly reoccupied now.

We also had the cast iron trivet with the “always like my kitchen best” saying hanging on the wall. Did they give those away somewhere? Seems like everyone had one.

In the main hallway, my mom had a bunch of those big brass plates hanging on the wall. Kind of like this.

Every December, my mother would put that stupid Santa cozy on the toilet seat lid. The one that had him covering his eyes when you lifted the seat. So tacky..and kind of gross!

One of my grandmothers also had an oak paneled kitchen with brass objects on the walls. There was also a teapot collection on high shelves near the ceiling. Once every summer I would wash it all for her. She was a full-time working woman, widow, and couldn't keep a perfect house, but that kitchen was very cosy and safe feeling.

From that age, I learned to keep nothing on open shelves and counters in a kitchen. And all lighting fixtures and art on walls must be easily washable. I now have an Austrian rock crystal chandelier in my kitchen but it's not electrified. Twice a year I degrease it outside with a hot water hose. Takes an hour and it sparkles anew.

I have to give Andy Cohen credit for the set of his "clubhouse" on What What Happens Live. It features a set of encyclopedias. For a while, I think he had the all-green World Books. Not sure what this colorful set is.

My mom had a set of fancy glass Mediterranean-style avocado green glasses. I've seen them on Ebay before and wanted to get them, but can't find any right now.

R195 - those are vintage "Childcraft" encyclopedias from the mid 60 or so.

My mother had a braided wreath made out of shellacked "bread dough." She had several bows for it and would change them according to season/holidays.

No "word art" in my 1950s childhood.

And none in my Boomer domicile.

R148, I threw my EB set, with wood case and 4 or 5 yearbooks, out. Gone. Goodbye.

Patients from South America once brought me a thank-you gift of an Aztec calendar decanter surrounded by shot-sized ceramic glasses, just like this one.

All I could say was, "Isn't this marvelous. I've never seen anything like it in my life for, um, Aztec-themed cocktails" and thanked them profusely as the nurse did all she could to suppress her laughter.

They say with a gift, it's the thought, not the gift, that counts making me wonder, "What were they thinking?"

I gave it to my mother and never saw it again.

like we'll never see it as you can't post a proper pic.

Give it up, R123/R161; everyone is clicking and seeing the images except you.

I can see it as have the others. It's there. You can't see it because you can't open a proper pic. Don't try to shift blame on your betters, R161. Accept your failings.

None are so blind as jackasses who can't see what's in front of them (that others can see) and then try to blame others for their own shortcomings.

I eat piles and piles of SHIT!

HA! "betters" (read: "old farts") don't have the skills to do it!

"HA! "betters" (read: "old farts") don't have the skills to do it!"

OK, R123/R161/R165, now we understand: you are an old fart.

Three posts and you still haven't been able to open a photo that everyone else here can open - and has?

you, r166, are proof age does not equal wisdom, but its decline.

An altar in the family room with a statue of the Santo Niño de Palaboy at the center.

I've blocked the fat whore at R161. Not wasting a precious second more on her ineptitude.

Anyway, as I was saying.......

I love whomever came up with the idea of calling those revolving circular trays "Lazy Susans." It's so insulting--as if women who won't walk around the table serving their guests their food are just lazy.

r170 and they're all named Susan, coincidentally.

[quote]I love whomever came up with the idea

Oh, dear.

Ashtray stands

Ours was copper with an afghan handle and an Indian Syracuse china saucer used as the ashtray. I don’t think anyone used it until I stole it for my apartment.

The term Lazy Susan is anit-trans!

A plaque (WW2 souvenir) over the workbench in the back of the garage that said “Kruppwerke, Essen”

Crocheted zigzag afghan blankets in '70s colors (warm colors: orange, yellow, brown, green).

I would love to get my fat mitts on a set as shown at R160

But nobody enjoys drinking cocktails out of opaque glasses. Ceramic mugs? barf.

At R160, that may not be your taste (and it's not my taste), but it's well-done, for what it is. Honestly, I think I would've taken that gift as a compliment.

Stop, you crazy bitches. Your homes are already full of tacky crap. Don't keep buying more.

If I had this in my home, would everyone think I was a homo?

Yes, it’s very gay.

I thought so, R183. Thanks.

Another world book nerd. I have the complete set in my son’s old room. When the yearly updates came, I loved licking the little stickers and affixing them to the pages .

I was stunned I was allowed to put a sticker in a coveted sacred world book. I loved it. The innocence of youth. Look up a topic - any war . Read. It’s all true you think , unless there is a reference to a yearly update.

Life was deceptively simple . I wish I could think that now.

r182, not gay at all!

NYers of 1970s or 80s might remember this figurine we had.

My mom and aunt got into macrame in the 70s. We had 2 or 3 of these around the house. I thought they were hideous.

R188 Did spider plants and ferns abound?

My parents were trying to be comedians. Mom had a statue that said “I just had a talk with the boss, with a chunk of its ass missing with teeth marks

Dad had a watch that he hid in a drawer with a nude woman on it that said “time to fuck”

They had glasses that said take 2 and call me in the morning with an rx symbol

R188, You were right.

I cannot abide anything woven as house decor: macrame; baskets; braided rugs; rattan anything; etc. Feh!

Or knitted or crocheted or quilted!

Unless it's a Belgian lace tablecloth!

R191 doesn’t have curtains or rugs apparently.

R191, do you go so far as to wear only animal skins and sheets of plastic, or do you limit your fastidiousness about woven goods to home décor?

My grandparents had one of those ashtray stands, kind of a cross between R135 and R173. The stand was a copper Venus de Milo lookalike.

It was not the tackiest object in their house.

I remember constantly sliding off the sofa’s plastic covers.

Oh, r193 and r194, I think you can tell by my examples what types of weaving I mean. Don't be pedantic.

I have more than a few Oriental rugs, even silk. I have formal curtains/drapes.

But large macro-weaves, as it were? Bleagh!

My dad had a set of these Striptease highball glasses. Pour liquid in the glass and their clothes would magically disappear. Dumb idea. You could clearly see right through the clothes and after several washings the clothes permanently washed off.

My mother had Black Americana salt & pepper shakers, and a lawn jockey.

And a tacky doormat like this one at our backdoor.

My father occasionally had something in our house.

His mistress.

We had “pool rules “ on a tacky wooden board on the door of our pool house : Only fools run near pools Hair clips and fins in filters are sins

That’s all I remember , mercifully

We had "humorous" signs like these throughout the house. I didn't know there was a specific name for this graphic style, but apparently they're called George Nathan signs, named after the company that made them.

R201, too bad you or a friend of your parents weren't a DL grammar troll... "WIFES" without the apostrophe? Oh dear!

Cuckoo Clocks and wooden music boxes.

My mother lived in South Florida and participated in a fad of dressing a heavy ornamental front-porch GOOSE with various costumes throughout the year. WTF? When we cleaned out her house, it took a village to hoist that stupid piece of shit into a large trash container parked in the driveway.

Love the babygay saint at R168!

My brother-in-law is Jewish. My sister is not. When they were dating, he saw this painting of the baby Jesus in my parent's house and asked if it was her as a infant.

She married him anyway.

R205, that's baby Jesus.

My mother was an artist and home-schooled us all. Her mother was a doctor who collected ten tons of Victorian furniture. If you stood in the middle of any given room and breathed in deeply, and antique would fall off the wall. We were part of a bohemian Long Island Nawth Shaw set that included a lady who lived in a lovely 18th century cottage with a mid-19th century kitchen and dressed and cooked accordingly, a Montreal couple with a protest folk/rock studio in their attic and an Astor heiress who married a beat poet and had Easter parties with the Hell's Angels. During these parties, Uma Thurman and Robert Downey Jr. tried, on separate occasions, to babysit us. They failed.

I don't think I realized this was strange until I hit puberty.

Hummel figurines were the least of anyone's problems.

We had the entire set

Uncle Dee's body was rolled all up in a rug and tarp in the cellar, and Daddy told us if we breathed a word of it he'd punch our throats out. Mom couldn't talk for two years once and that was just from a little ol' knuckle sandwich.

Arsenic and old lace.

This was mentioned in prior threads, but Venus oil rain lamp.

I remember the day my mother opened a kitchen cabinet drawer and started crying as she looked at the pencil nubs and neatly scissored scraps of paper she kept for notes. She said she realized that all the familiar little things that made up her life would be treated like trash when she died.

This tile was hanging in the kitchen.

My parents had this in the back of their bedroom closet hidden behind clothes and boxes. It had little check marks beside of it and a number system I assume for much they enjoyed the position. A lot of 10s. They also had ball gags and whips hidden under their bed.

These fabulous Mardi Gras Jester Glasses.

I LOVED these as a child.

My mother had fabulous gay taste.

^^^^^

I’d love those glasses… without the jesters.

R217- The Jesters are a good part of what make the glasses so fabulous.

My father had chopped-up prostitutes in the basement in 55 gallon drums. We found them when he passed away.

Those go for a lot of money on EBay, r219

My dad smoked a pipe for a few years, and he had a pipe stand just like this one. It sat on the end table next to his green naugahyde recliner.