Three weeks ago, a proprietor at our local thrift store asked if I’d be willing to help out as they were rearranging, throwing away, and restocking the store. My top five discoveries I will share with you.
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.A drunken hobo rag doll. I was unable to take an actual picture, unfortunately. This is my best artistic rendering via Microsoft Paint. Also, he may or may not have had bloodshot eyes. I may have blocked my memory of it too well.
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Half a Menorah? A little shalom in the home* for your favorite huntsman, maybe?
*I’m not racist. Shut your face.
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Tom Selleck IS … The Barbequer
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…wait for it…
It’s either a tripod candle-holder or a ringless glass dog bell.
Or even better, Sherlock Holmes’ little memorabilia of the Hound of the Baskervilles case. During October, he could light a crimson red votive for a while, then quickly flip it over, extinguishing the flame and voila! A darling, bloody touch to the Halloween décor.
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Then . . .
“Happy mother’s day mom. Hope you injoy wats insid there. Happy mothe’s day again.”
. . . amid the double-take WTH moments and asthma attacks from dust flying, you find something like this. And you kinda wish you knew the story behind it.
For once, the spelling police will withhold her snark and let this slide.