One good thing about having chalkboard paint is that I have finally been able to hang some of the old pictures of my ancestors on the walls. They are sour and surly looking lot, but they're all I have. This guy's eyes follow me all around the room and I can't help feeling like he's trying to get me to pour him a drink.

This picture here is of an old spinster great-aunt of mine who always claimed to have posed for Edward Gorey's book The Gashlycrumb Tinies, or so family lore has it. I wish I knew which letter she was.