Day 42 – The Unaccountably Garish Oregon Spoon

Hey, Oregon? I don’t mean to be rude, but what’s happening here?

You’ve got butterflies, grapes (and I don’t think those are grape leaves), mountains, trees, and a river, all mixed together in a nightmare of color-infused enamel.

You skipped right over “tacky” and landed squarely on “garish”.

Fix this.