Okay, as has been reported elsewhere, we've been rearranging furniture and throwing some stuff out and donating books we don't need copies of right now to the library and etc. The office is now all clean and elegant and no longer features a fireplace covered with pop culture bric-a-brac.
Anyway, that big metal bust there. Yes, I did in fact buy that at some tourist junk store in San Miguel de Allende a couple of years ago, and yes, Gwenda did laugh at me while I hauled it around steeply pitched cobbled streets looking for a way to get it back to the States for less than a hundred bucks, and yes, I know that a metal sculpture of Don Quixote isn't necessarily all that auténtico an object to find in central Mexico.
I was thinking about putting it out by the street to see if anybody would take it, but I'm afraid somebody might bring around some literature. He's got a bit of an Anton LaVeyish vibe when seen in real life. I suppose I could put it in the back yard but I think that would freak out the neighbors.
If this were Trading Spaces, I suspect I'd come back from tastefully redoing your den to find this guy down in the crawl space.