We went to Salem, ostensibly to take LHF photos and wander in cemeteries. We ended up capturing thrift horrors in Witch City Consignment and Thrift Store, displayed here for your delectation.
Do you need a poorly capitalized, completely patternless, "inspirational" sampler in the American
Primitive Pathetic style? It was stitched with angst, rage and bitter, bitter hunger pangs [also green thread].
Not really horrific, but amusing, this is my mother-in-law in resin teddy bear form!
We’re have a sale on misbegotten hybrid freaks!
The day Little Wall-Eyed Tommy went insane…
…and tried to eat his sister.
Ol’ Hulk has a touch of constipation, I see.
At first, he appears to be a cheerful, innocent tyke, with cherubic dimples and sparkling eyes. Look closely, though, and you can see the barely suppressed terror on the point of breaking through his rigid smile of enforced gaiety. What evil so troubles the child’s soul?
I don’t know, but I betcha it has something to do with that giraffe. Look at those shifty eyes….
"Live animals." Well…not any more….
Rabbi Skinny-Arms Ben Studded-Beanie preaches to the faithful, including Guy Who Has To Go [Bad!], Guy Counting On His Fingers, the Crew Of Tiny Men With Comb-Overs, Dude With Severely Deformed Hands and Woman With No Arm Joints.
You know how you can tell this blouse is sexy? It has a keyhole neckline. Awwwwwww yeah, baaaaaybeeeee!