My iPhone pictures are blurry, but that might not be a bad thing.
For some reason there was an abundant supply of creepy dolls and figurines today. They may have all come from the same person.
Here's Piano Gal:
Not to be outdone by 4, new-in-box, Girl Crocodile Hunter animatronic dolls:
And this flirty, buxom wine jug:
Next to her creepy cohort Mr. Bear:
My fave was Bubble Baby:
Not to be confused with Bubble Boy:
And while I was sorely tempted to buy this hodgepodge of Coin Bank/Teddy Bear in a Cannon/Parrot/Pirate (????)
I was even more alarmed at its ridiculous $19.91 price tag than its assault on my good taste.
Speaking of tastelessness, check out this shoe that will NEVER grace the delicate foot of my 9 year old daughter:
So now you have seen the dark underbelly of my favorite thrift store. Gotta separate the chaff from the grain, baby.
Tomorrow I will share with you some of my ideas to look beyond the craptastic-ness to find something for you and your home.
But before I leave, I want to share with you why you will never see a unicorn roaming the earth:
Widespread Unicorn Asphyxiation.
