I’ve been accumulating this batch since before Christmas…
St. Vincent de Paul (Fremont, CA) never disappoints!
The fun starts before we even get in the door. This was part of the Christmas window decor. Um, does “crapwell” mean what I think it means?
Another time of year, this thing in the front window. It’s a photo of a lawyer’s office (judging from the books). Who the hell needed a photo of a lawyer’s office enlarged and framed? But what I’m really wondering is…did the same lawyer then hang this in their office, and take a picture of that? It’s lawyers all the way down!
Is this horrific? I kinda think so. The 1980s called, they want their art back. (What’s funny is that it was spotted in an entirely unrelated part of the store…like someone was hauling this around, suddenly thought better and just abandoned it right there. That, or the shame of their spouse/S.O. totally mocking them.)
Yeah, thrift store clutter, no surprise. What I did find interesting though…some thrift stores sort items like clothes by color, others by size…this one was sorting porcelain tchochkes by species. A first!
A treasured keepsake. But not that treasured.
Sad-eyed orphans! But wait…
MORE sad-eyed orphans! They had like a metric ton of these cards. (I didn’t think to look inside to see if there’s anything printed, or if they’re all blank.)
Just what I always wanted! A vacuum canister of SOMEBODY ELSE’S DANDER!
Saving the best for last…
A jock strap. One very. obviously. used. JOCK STRAP. I have no words. D:
The fun starts before we even get in the door. This was part of the Christmas window decor. Um, does “crapwell” mean what I think it means?
Another time of year, this thing in the front window. It’s a photo of a lawyer’s office (judging from the books). Who the hell needed a photo of a lawyer’s office enlarged and framed? But what I’m really wondering is…did the same lawyer then hang this in their office, and take a picture of that? It’s lawyers all the way down!
Is this horrific? I kinda think so. The 1980s called, they want their art back. (What’s funny is that it was spotted in an entirely unrelated part of the store…like someone was hauling this around, suddenly thought better and just abandoned it right there. That, or the shame of their spouse/S.O. totally mocking them.)
Yeah, thrift store clutter, no surprise. What I did find interesting though…some thrift stores sort items like clothes by color, others by size…this one was sorting porcelain tchochkes by species. A first!
A treasured keepsake. But not that treasured.
Sad-eyed orphans! But wait…
MORE sad-eyed orphans! They had like a metric ton of these cards. (I didn’t think to look inside to see if there’s anything printed, or if they’re all blank.)
Just what I always wanted! A vacuum canister of SOMEBODY ELSE’S DANDER!
Saving the best for last…
A jock strap. One very. obviously. used. JOCK STRAP. I have no words. D: