A Rose By Any Other Name. . .

My apologies for the lack of posts, but it is quite difficult to rely on a couple hundred people to decide they don't want random objects in order for me to have something to write about. Luckily, the turn of the month always delivers some good pieces as people move in and out...and now I've got plenty of them.

We'll start with this destroyed piece of fleece. . .


Despite its name, The 65 Roses Collection has nothing to do with Bette Midler, but rather is some sort of item purchased to support Cystic Fibrosis. Of course, merely looking up what this item is has convinced me that I have Cystic Fibrosis, and clearly I'll be dead soon.

But enough self-pity. It's worth noting that the design on this fabric looks suspiciously similar to that of the toilet seat covers that plagued the NeighborGoodies table a while back. And the fact that this has been cut into unusual shapes makes me wonder if the person who threw out her pre-purchased bathroom accents just made her own. These people are crafty in this building, let me tell ya!

There's also this lush greenery. . .





...which were clearly left by the same person who dropped off the fish food a few weeks ago. I suspect we'll have a fish tank down there before too long as well. I actually think the fish might have spent some time in the front office of our building...which would explain their quick demise, since that place is gross and full of sadness that can seep into your soul...not to mention your water if you're a fish.