Rummaging on Saturday, I spotted this huge black velvet painting of unicorns.
It was near the end of our day (as marked by the sums in our pockets), so I wasn’t able to buy it. Not that I wouldn’t love to have it, but since we already have problems with wall space — and we’re moving to a smaller house — I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it $35 worth. So if it had been, say, $5, I would have snapped it up and then wondered how to hang it from the ceiling or something. Ah, the blessings of unicorns.