This dog. When we moved here the movers found it in the trunk and brought it in thinking it was ours. We had never seen it, but they let us keep it because nobody had filed a claim saying it was missing.
So we have this displayed. I love the little figurines. Each one means something, even if it's stupid. And they are sitting on something that belonged to my H's dad, who passed away when he was 4. And the pink shells were from DHs bachelor party. They went shooting and the gun backfired so hard into his shoulder he had a bruise down most of his arm on our wedding day.
This dog. When we moved here the movers found it in the trunk and brought it in thinking it was ours. We had never seen it, but they let us keep it because nobody had filed a claim saying it was missing.
All our knickknacks are packed now, but we have two conical hats we got in Vietnam that I hang on the wall. I have to be careful how I hang them, because if I hang them at the same level, they look like two pointy boobs. So mine are more potential tacky than currently tacky.
This poster hung in MIL's kitchen for probably 20 years. When DH and I got married she gave it to us. It feels offensive and really tacky, but I can never get rid of it because it kind of felt like she was passing the torch to me.
(ETA: probably an important fact- DH is from Louisiana, and MIL actually attended the event this poster was created for. It's not just some random poster from a bin somewhere.)