While going through some old digital pictures, I found this - a picture of my Stepmonster Shark's lamp. What gets me about this "lamp" is that it is not a classic floor lamp. It is not a table lamp. Like Stepmonster it is like some expiriment in creation, gone horribly wrong.
Shark's taste in furniture was unique, and her own. I would argue that her taste was so beyond words that Liberace wouldn't dare go there. When I would show people this back in 1995 when Daddy Cookie passed onto his reward, people were absolutly stunned.
My late mother, God rest her soul, remarked "That woman's taste is all in her mouth." Well, that sums it up.
Sixteen years later, I too am still stunned by it, as I am Shark because it truely tells you about the woman that she was and I assume still is.
Though the picture blocky from file compression, Reader, I can tell you that it was even more horrid in real life.