In my family, I am the queen of useless crap. Oftentimes, I can be cited as having bought something on a whim, or because I felt like it, or because the sales guy was really cute and spoke with a seductive French accent (I’ll read The Hours one day, I swear).
But this thing is enough to send anyone into remission.
I don’t pretend to know a thing about interior design, but I’m pretty sure this adds no value to a room whatsoever. If you read the print on the back of the box, it promises to be a dazzling accent to what I’m sure is any room. Heck, it might even ward off evil spirits!
Wanna call it a “Gazing Ball”? Hey, that’s cool, but I’m just going to go ahead and call bullshit on your pea-soup-green ball of sure-to-break-in-10-minutes-glass.
Happy Friday, y’all!