After an exciting run of awesome sunny warm weather, Seattle-ish has now returned this week to grey gloom and annoying moistness. What better way to protect yourself from the elements and be entertained than to high-tail it over to a thrift store to look for oddities? It's an activity that is failure-proof, unless the roof leaks or something. Here are a few photos from my trip.
The knick-knacks and glass stuff always seem to be placed right as you walk in to any Value Village. There must be some solid marketing reason for this. This brown pig frightens me.
I believe these figurines must represent how reprehensible leather gas-bag Arizona Governor Jan Brewer must see Hispanic immigrants. Of course, the guy would be holding terrorist dynamite sticks and the woman would be carrying a chicken stuffed with cocaine.
In my nightmares, a train looking just like this is bearing down on me. Now, your nightmare as well.
Let us now pay our solemn respects to the Ceramic Elementary School Art Project Cat, who was given away to Value Village by Mommy the millisecond after her kid left for college.
I'd be looking for the exit, too.
Ick.
If I could, I would buy these and put little DJ scratch turntables under each one.
WILDFIRE I AND II!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Um. No.
Ferrante & Teicher are further creeping me out.
And finally, the one thing I just might have to go back and buy, because I now have this intense desire to own the "Turkey Mambo."
Richard Hayman & Orchestra, "Turkey Mambo"
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