Lately, I've been dreaming with a large, antique portrait for our little white cottage... large, something extra large that I can just place on the floor, and still make an impact.
Isn't this pretty!
Just before Thanksgiving Day I found that kind of a painting I'm dreaming of at our local Goodwill. Two very solemn looking women, probably sisters, dressed in solemn clothes. One was sitting, the other standing by, both dressed in mid-century long dark puffy dresses in a dark background. I felt in love with it immediately, but because I was with my mom and dad and husband at that time, felt it wasn't the right moment to buy, and left. I kept thinking and dreaming with that portray, thought. I had been enchanted by it, and had to know more about it.
A few days later I went back to the store knowing a forehand I wasn't going to find that portrait there any longer... but, still wanted to ask about it anyway. The girl at the cash register then told me a most curious and strange of story ever about that portrait...
"It was haunted" she said, truly believing it was so. When I mentioned how lovely I thought it was, she could hardly believe what I'd said. She was so glad to see it go the very next day they put it out—she said. And went on to explaining how they all thought the portrait had been burned in some fire of sorts, because of how weird to the touch it felt, but that somehow it had survived. And she "could not stand how those creepy eyes followed her around the store whenever she passed by".... so glad it was gone so fast, and so on...
Yes, the portrait was creepy. Beautifully creepy I should say, and maybe that's why I hesitated buying it on the first place? But I regret it now. In value only it's probably more than the 19.99 it sold for. Lesson learned... when you see something you like at a thrift store don't hesitate a minute buying it, or else you'll never see it again. I so wish I had gotten that portrait! Who were those ladies, and who painted them I will never know.
Was it a post-mortem painting maybe? Can you imagine? Now, that would had been truly creepy... if you don't know it, photographing of deceased loved ones were a normal part of American and European culture in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. On this photograph below, must probably the woman on the right was dead.
Last spring I found another interesting painting at one of our local thrift stores. Now, don't ask me why I found this painting worth of bringing into our little white cottage, but I did. Eeek! ;))
Creepy? Cute? Well, it is big, and I like big art pieces, I love the wooden carved frame and muted colors and at that time I thought it went perfect with the gypsy boho decor in my gypsy room.
And thus, that's where it remained until that morning I came into the room and saw that big yellow eye shut. Of course, horses have to sleep too, right? ;):) I know I know, I'm sure it must had been some sorts of an optical illusion or something, but you can say that he ended up in the shed pretty quickly after that. Hehehe... I still find him funky, and awesomely bohemian and might have to bring him in again. Will just have to let him sleep longer before I come in into the room... ;)
By the way, I love reading your comments on the previous post, and any post as a matter of fact... love to hear about your feelings, what you think, and the way you do things in your little world and such. What a treasure you all are to me! Thank you for letting me know that is OK to come here as often as I want... no rules, no blogging etiquette nothing, just be myself... feel free to comment on what you think about my horse painting.... give it away? Tacky? Cute? Keep it? Draw a number and see who wins it? I was thinking maybe I could put him somewhere in my magical garden, or hide him in the woods for some creepy tales?
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