We had a tiny little backlog of photos from the last few weeks, as Halloween was intruding into our camera frames. While digging though the depths, I realized there was a disconcerting theme running through several of the photos.
We have showcased Hia-please-no-tha more than once in our posts, yet every time we come across one, we have this sick need to post her again. It seems like with every progressive find they get worse:
I actually LOVE the southwest–the people, the architecture, the food. People in Colorado consider Santa Fe a suburb, and a quick drive to a wonderful getaway. With that in mind, I would like to offer my sincere apologies for every bit of the southwest decorating craze. We have said it before, and we will say it again, “Thank God it’s OVER”. The problem with its demise, is the amount of it that assaults our eyes every week at the local thrifts.
This may be the most egregious example that we have ever seen. Please feel free to offend our sensibilities, if you have a worse specimen, by sending us a photo.
That last one makes this seem almost tame by comparison, but still …
On the subject of danger, Deb and I both decided that any man using the prominent feature of this beer stein would surely have a death wish:
For the last several years, I have been waging a battle against the local raccoon population that thinks my yard is a playground. I almost cheered when I saw this fellow:
Although we do believe that is the most moth-eaten taxidermy job we have seen in years. Again, for the record, my raccoons have been live trapped and relocated, but the urge to stuff them is pretty strong at two in the morning, when the trash can goes over, and I don’t care whether it’s taxidermy or cornbread dressing.
We decided this was false advertising at its most heinous:
On the other hand, we thought these dresses were really cool, and the fabrics were awesome. We might have believed the label in one of these:
I had to buy the blue one, as it was a 55 MG. My dad owns a fixer-upper one of those, and it has always been a dream car for him. Oh goody, instant Christmas present. Don’t you wish you were on our Christmas list? We only shop at the best stores.
We wanted to leave you laughing, so this last item is pretty much guaranteed to do it, at least it did it for us:
The bust is fairly innocuous till you notice the, oh-so-neatly, drawn on mustache. Pushes it right over the top into giggleland. Sort of has a David Niven thing going though. We were told, last week, by a perfectly lovely gentleman that we seemed to be having waaay too much fun. We always forget how much people who are shopping alone eavesdrop! Like we don’t do the same.
We want to extend our sincere hopes that all of our loyal readers in the path of destruction left by Sandy are safe, and that there is a speedy recovery for that side of the country. Take care! We will be doing a little crazy craft pattern post midweek, and will still have our Friday finds again next week.