No Need To Be Alarmed

It's just Trudy practicing trumpet again. In her mid-century modern living room. In her underwear. Serenading the ottoman. 


Via Tack-O-Rama

Wha'?

Happily Pillaged From Miss Cellania

Mommy, I Want One

Much Obliged to Aliens and Ice Cream

Come Outta There, Bebe

For God's sake, what are you doing? You're totally clothed, you know.


Many Thanks to Chateau Thombeau

It's Just Getting Out Of Hand

The Living Furniture movement had enjoyed great popularity in the 2020s; that is, until the Breathing Tables began to urinate tree sap.


Via Ffffound!

Mommy, Can We Live There?

Some too cool, Tiki-style mid-century interior design for you.


Cowabunga!


Nicked From Tiki Pop

Serious Entertainment Center, circa 1951

The Rat Pack Special 2000.


Many Thanks to Aliens and Ice Cream

God, No!

This thing, sitting on my nightstand, turned off, in the dark, would have scared the living pee out of me as a 5 year old. Probably would have made an insomniac out of me.


Courtesy of Goof Button

Forgive Me, Toby

Toby, you're lovely, Dear, but not so lovely as those awesome Art Deco lamps, for which I would kill in a minute.


Via It's Not Safe Here

My Chair Has A Head Growing Out of It

It was a gorgeous upholstered easy chair. Then one morning, Clara noticed a pale, flesh colored "knob" protruding from the upper back of the furnishing. In a few days, a fully formed female head, startlingly bland in comparison with the elaborate coloration of the remainder of the chair, had emerged from the spot. The fixture was totally quiescent and rigid, but had an expression of serene amusement.


For The Fiftieth Time, Thank You, Sloth Unleashed

Talk About Your Furniture To Die For

This is a coffin couch. Part of the Existential Essentials collection from Kuhner. For your everlasting comfort.

Many thanks to Chateau Thombeau