“This is a photo of me that I found in my grandmother’s photo album. I always thought we were closer.”
(submitted by Gretchen)
to heck with the door. dig those rocking gold veined mirror squares!
Open the door … for your Mystery Date!
(1960s board game aimed at teenage girls)
That’t’too funny!! Who else remembers that OLD game..LMAO?
Thanks for the clarification, I thought it was the back door.
That Louis XVI table is going to end so bad after a week of door-opening.
Stop laughing!! The poor soul is obviously reduced to being “all dressed up and no place to go” until someone can turn the doorknob for her……seeing as how she has no hands……and one leg.
“I scrubbed the blood off the wall and the door. You stand in front of it and I’ll get the Polaroid. Then we can see if it still shows up.”
Is someone peering through the oval in the door?
“If you’ve got it, flaunt it.” PERFECT caption AFP! ROFL!!!
A – DOOR – able.
(I can’t believe no one else thought of that…)
I thought about it, checked to see if anyone else had put it down, and, well, you had. Well done!
PHEW! Glad she clarified that I was worried it might be that back door and I was all sorts of turned around.
Is that a couch *right* by the front door? I guess you could literally walk right in and sit right down, lol.
yes, that is a couch “right” by the front door, but you couldn’t just walk right in and sit down, as the front of the couch is facing away from whatever that other piece of furniture in the photo is, you’d have to walk in, then walk around the end of the couch, before you could sit down, unless you’d like to sit on the back of the couch.
LOL! Now that old song is going through my head! “Walk right in, sit right down…”
That is old lady decor and old lady handwriting. The girl is posing for Grandma but the door gets top billing. That’s old lady logic.
you are absolutely right. that’s me in the photo. but i get the last laugh, because, having inherited the house, it really IS my front door now. ps. two legs.
Sure, you all laugh now. But if your front door ever ran off, you’d wish you had the foresight to take a picture you so could make “missing” posters to staple onto telephone poles.
Where’s the like button because I want to give a thumbs up to this comment!
That woman wasn’t there when the photographer took the picture! Ghost girl!
Yeah, you should see the “back door” *wink wink*
I think she handed this to unwanted guests and said “Use it.”
Lisa, as a married woman, showed that she was ready to contribute at the adult level by installing a regulation-sized door.
Ahhh, I LOVE it when Marney finds her way into unrelated photo threads! I wish I could see her reaction to how famous she is on here…. X-D
What’s troublin’ me, apart from that being a lot of furniture in a very small corner, is the scary edge of person/person shadow on the far right – apparently floating above the sideboard thingy!
That is one of those walls of mirrors.
It’s a reflection. The wall is covered with mirrored tiles.
Phew! Now I can sleep (slightly) easier in my bed. Ta, people!
Clearly, Gori didn’t realize that because we are yet to see the polaroid labeled “wall of Mirrors”
She must have listed her house on the market, I’d love to see the other doors, doors are usually what sells a house. All on 1 leg!!!
From the looks of things the place must be HUGE and sign posts are necessary to find your way around.
I just want to cross her “t” in her caption…I’m so distracted by it.
I know, me too. It’s like an eyesore for me….
Her father demanded that she show her new boyfriend the door.
It’s as good a place to start as anywhere!
NeVEr Too soon to start planning for the possibility of senility!
good idea, now if i can just remember
The whole awkwardness ‘hinged’ on the caption.
lol! Nice one!
Yes! Caption cracked me up!
WINNER WINNER, chicken dinner!
Def! Caption is genius!
This was a first in the series. you should see the stack of polaroids she had by the time she made it to the back door. Not to mention how exhausted she was doing it all on just one leg.
Yes, and her broom closet is just stunning.
I was wondering when someone was gonna mention the missing foot.
Wouldn’t her fancee front door smash into that, um, buffet thing?
Oooh shut the front door!
Why do I feel like this photo is haunting?
yes! I thought exactly the same! but there are several clues to that, the black dress, the old fashioned style overall and her make up, Morticia style… : )
Seriously! That “shadow” in the window to the right?!? There’s no inside house lighting strong enough to cast such a prominent shadow! Spooooky!!!
It’s from the flash.
This is my front door. Please don’t let it hit you on your way out.
Thank you, Steve, I was thinking the same thing!
thought she was missing a leg. awkward.
I thought the same thing! And her hands are missing too! Industrial accident by her front door? Maybe this is evidence…
Whew! I am so glad she clarified THAT for me!
Was “her front door” her prom date?
Reminds me of the movie Memento. Maybe she carried around the polaroid and used it to verify that, yes indeed, she was in her own home.
You might be right! That movie is great.
I bet every time she peeks in a home she wishes she would have taken the picture from the outside.
That is a fine, er, front door.
You must be so proud……
Yup, that’s it alright.
Simple, but it made me lol. 😀
I guess for some reason she is very proud of her front door!
One can only assume this is from a set of pictures of a new home. In that context, it makes perfect sense. Out of context…hilarious. 🙂
It is a heck of a door, I’ll say that for it.
Yeah, that couch wouldn’t have fit through the window. A new house is no good without a nice couch!
Thank you, Superdoor!
As seen with chandelier and floral pattern couch… very modern indeed.
Let’s not forget the gold-veined mirror tiles on the wall. Snazzy!
It’s always good to know where one’s front door is. I don’t think enough people include their front doors in their photos.
From the placement of the furniture, and the
proximity of each piece to the others, I would guess
that the photograper was standing at the back door.
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