Small Decor Items — Page 2

A woven basket of fruit, with one very soft fluffalo tucked inside.

Occasionally exhales dust. Sometimes... it exhales your name.

Stole it from a governor's mansion. No regrets. Yar!

A surface for blending paint. Brown eventually happens. It is inevitable.

Looks like it's seen empires rise, fall, and redecorate.

Nothing tastes better than a cup of campfire coffee.

A range of hues, carefully contained until inspiration makes a mess of it.

Ye can tell a lot about a pirate by what rattles inside their chest. Yar!

When things get heated, make yer point clearly. Yar!

They call it a letter opener—I call it me polite dagger. Yar!

Drink any of these to feel lucky, sick, or briefly amphibious.

For those who require a fine cuppa even when roughing it.

The natural predator of root vegetables.

More reliable than a trained root hound and less likely to eat what it finds.

A collection of 'urgent reading,' now performing its true function: decorative guilt.

Fluid runs down its face in little tears. Best not to acknowledge it.

Architecture at its most temporary. Build a sand castle with this modular piece!

Architecture at its most temporary. Build a sand castle with this modular piece!

Architecture at its most temporary. Build a sand castle with this modular piece!

It really does get everywhere.

It forgives your every slip of the blade. If only your friends did the same.

Who needs a fairy godmother when you've got this?

No, you may NOT USE IT FOR JUST ANYTHING!

She don't turn easy, but neither do I. Yar!

Whose skull? Great question. Moving on.

Whose skull? Great question. Moving on.

A little parking lot for your slippies.

Guaranteed effects: something, eventually.

Evidence of the perils of absentmindedness near open containers.

Art, vandalism, or both—it's all about framing.

For spottin' ships worth robbin'. Yar!

Do NOT breathe anywhere near this.

A thunderclap trapped mid-scream.

This board is just swell.

Grins wider with every pour; suspiciously supportive.

A volatile solvent for thinning paint. It calls out like a siren. <i>Drink meee... Driiiiiiiink meeeee...</> You must resist.

For cheerful singalongs that end in a deep emotional reckoning under the stars.

DO NOT SHAKE.

Alternately, a full-body mirror if you are bear-sized.

The true end of a beach day: a trickle, a laugh, and clean toes again.

Always a little overburdened, but never complains.

Still sticky from some long-ago milking no one wants to talk about.

Tastes like aged forest- bold and mossy.