Why?

Why was I born with such contemporaries?

~ Oscar Wilde

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I ask why a lot, I guess.  Often to myself.  Often with my inside [my head] voice. 

 

I see things like the Splendored Spaniels and the Princess Pussyfoot above and I wonder why?  Why do these things exist?  Why would anyone ever buy them?

 

Sometimes I wonder "what?" too.  What were people thinking by creating these?  What would you do if you got them as a gift?

 

Or "how?"  How did I get on a mailing list with the same people who would like these things?  What did I do to deserve that?  Why me?

 

So many questions?  So much questionable home décor...