We’ve been having a bit of a time scheduling our Friday shopping trips. Kathy has been busy at her son’s school and buying a house; I’ve been busy being sick. So, shopping has been hit or miss for a couple of weeks. IngerK bailed us out last week, but I was worried about this week’s post. That is, until I looked at the archive. How could I have forgotten all those unlovely things just waiting patiently to be displayed?
When we saw this picture, we thought the artist was a pretty bad painter, but something else about it bothered us. So we took it off the shelf for a closer look:
Then a new cart full of goodies was rolled out, and all the vultures were circling the new prey–us included. This was lying right on top of the cart:
I’m not sure what I would say to someone who showed this to me as a souvenir of their trip. Who, besides fraternities, sororities, and Mrs. Rayner (my second AND sixth grade teacher) uses wooden paddles? I’m hoping it was snapped up by a Fifty Shades of Grey aficionado, and is hanging in an easily accessible location.
I’m not sure why this giant silver sea shell wasn’t used as target practice:
You can see how huge it is; and being big and silver would theoretically be a decorating handicap. However, as a target, being big and silver is a bonus, and think how satisfying it would be to fill it with buckshot. Or even better, The Mythbusters could blow it up! It would look great on the slo-mo replay.
My main gripe with this ceramic disaster is the color scheme:
I think it was supposed to be a Christmas decoration. I can see holly leaves on the toes, and aren’t those holly berries scattered the yellow background? It’s hard to imagine what was intended with the beads–they don’t seem to match anything! Maybe the maker realized it needed a little something, and beads make almost anything better. Uff da!
We like to see the vignettes set up by thrift store staff and patrons:
This is another little scene from Goodwill:
Let’s call it “Up a creek without a paddle” which might explain the candle-bear’s tears. I think it’s pretty funny that people take the time to set up these little slices of drama, mayhem, or even romance.
We noticed this battle of the bands being fought on a local thrift store shelf. The first band is highly flawed:
While cleaning out the new garage, I came across a stack of 50s and 60s decorating magazines. Neither Deb nor I can resist these. I haven’t had time to go through the stack, but I didn’t want to forget to share this room with you. I can’t decide if coming home drunk would make this bathroom better, or just push you right over the edge into complete drunken stupor and all that goes with it:
Stay tuned for some fun things coming up in the next few weeks. We have something wacky planned on our third anniversary for all those folks crazy enough to stick with us for all these years.