Recently my boyfriend and I have been looking for some pretentious art to adorn our bare walls. Up until today we only had the infamous pony painting --a masterpiece I created to replace the original that was oddly stolen from an apartment lobby...but that is another tale.
Like everything else I hold dear, I found two regal painting today at the village of value. Perhaps my affinity for this urine-scented store is unhealthy (literally) but at least my addiction is 'recession-friendly'. Yeah, whatever, I just barfed in my mouth too.
I dedicate these paintings to my dad, a man who admires the British royal family and all that they stand for.