King of Pink
Can I let you in on a little secret?
I’ve always wanted a wonderfully tacky flamingo sculpture to stick on my front lawn. I see these flamingos made from metal lining the antique and thrift shops on Westheimer, and my heart aches so badly.
You see, I would love and cherish those flamingos. Give them a nice lawn to errr… graze on. Thing is, most of the flamingos are a bit pricey (more than I’d like to pay), and let’s face it, I don’t even have a lawn to offer them.
One evening, when I was at Arne’s, helping my brother gather supplies for his end-of-the-year banquet, my heart stopped. I saw… flamingos?? Beautiful, pink, glittery flamingos? Suffice it to say, thank God I had finished helping him pick out most of his stuff because I could not focus on anything else other than those flamingos. I had to have one. After examining the birds, I chose one that I thought was perfect.
Please meet Vladimir, King of the Flamingos:
Here he is, in front of my apartment, in his full glory. (Please pardon the weird plug thing. Come to think of it, I have no idea what it is.)
And a close up. Gorgeous, isn’t he?
I’m so happy to have him guarding my little home. :) My brother named him, and it suits the King well!
My flamingo dream came true. :D All is well in the universe.