My sisters house

It’s in this box of pancake smell I find relaxing. Bird cage hung in the middle of the cieling with the little hinges door open relaying the point that no capture squaw lives here. 
Sunflowers on a silk canvas, 2 bikes huged up against each other. Persian rugs strung up in glory. 9 feet of brown and golden glimpses. A mirror rest on the same wall across the room. I’m not sure anyone pays to much attention to this particular mirror. I don’t know if that’s because it’s in the living room or just because that’s what little influence that this reflective furniture holds here. A less minded person might say “art threw up in here”. That sounds shallow but the description doesn’t water down the flavor of the apartment at all for me. Their onions are covered with fly nets and a glittery hollow skeleton hangs all year around. I recognize the old gold trimmed glass table from childhood. On top are a set of old wooden piano teeth, with a few missing.