If you have not had the pleasure of stopping by one of the O'Milton residences, be it our empty un-sold loft in Chicago, or our rented bungalow in West Hollywood (and by Weho I mean Picfair Village), then you haven't been greeted properly.
So, from our family to yours:
Whilst still living in Chicago, I placed said mat outside the entry of our loft door. As you can see, it is a work of art that is both profound and thought provoking. If you don't get the humor in it, you clearly are not safe to come into our home. Almost a "people filter", if you will.
One day, I hear a knock on our door. Which is strange inandofitself. No one ever knocked without being buzzed in first. I assumed it was the fine woman from the unit below returning to chastise me for walking around in my own house (consequently scaring her cats), so I had my guard up and ready to go. As I swung open the door I see the only other person in our building who for sure hates me. The president (or secretary or treasurer or whatever) of our condo association. He was standing awkwardly far from the entrance. I then realized it was because he was avoiding stepping on the DOORMAT. Which, obviously by definition is what it is for.
Cue my inside giggles.
There was a silent moment when he looked down, looked up and said, "um you are not allowed to have a this outside your door."
The silence was screaming what was obviously the message I was trying to portray.
I said, "oh. okay."
He paused for what felt like was an eternity, looked down again and, well, left.
The predecessor to "leave" was this below that Trevis and I found in Aspen. Truth be told, Trevis did not get as much of a kick out of it as I did, but it still makes me giggle every time I see it. Which is why it is now our backdoor mat.
You can get your own here.
Or, if you are a pervert, try here.
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