Pour yourself up some history

Apparently there is a demand for historical themed pitchers.  Or at least was a demand.  If they were still a fad we wouldn’t be finding them in thrift stores I suppose.  Anyhoo, here is a couple for you to contemplate.  

What exactly is he doing with his hands??

He kind of reminds me of a character you might find in Alice in Wonderland, although I’m not exactly sure why.

And for the family who likes to mix history lessons with breakfast, we have the Declaration of Independence pitcher.

Unless you are hosting a historical society meeting, I can’t imagine when you might feel compelled to complement your place settings with this thing.  It’s not exactly a “pour some lemonade by the pool” sort of pitcher. 

Cookie Jar Madness

I admit that I was mildly surprised when I learned that there was a subculture of people who collected old cookie jars.  I know it shouldn’t be surprising to me, knowing what people tend to collect – cars, shoes, dust, or in my case – old cookbooks.  I had a great aunt who had a ginormous collection of salt and pepper shakers.  But cookie jars?  Maybe it’s because I don’t have a house big enough to keep them all in, or maybe it’s just because there were some fugly cookie jars back in the day.  For example:

I’m actually rather fond of sunflowers, but these don’t look like sunflowers, they look more like overcooked pasta painted yellow with bits of wilted spinach and burnt cheese thrown in for color. 

Or this… is it a moldy basket of fruit?

Maybe the point was to look unappetizing in order to camouflage the cookie goodness within. 

Cactus Clown’s Cousin

Remember this guy? 

Well, it turns out he has a long lost cousin.  (Who knew that clowns could have non-clown relatives.  I thought they were a mutant species all their own) 

Is that ammo strapped to his chest?  Maybe we shouldn’t pick on him about his lack of a “cactus”.

Lisa thinks: Is it ok that I like this one? Besides the fact that it's not a CLOWN. . . it's sort of cute and silly. Senor Cactus Willie! Sweet. He looks like a real badass. . . or maybe I should say "prick". ;)

He’s not a clown, that makes me like him quite a bit more myself.  And speaking of clowns, it looks like our little clown photobomber is at it again!

-Carmen

Naughty or Nice – You Decide

Although this entire blog is focused on items of questionable taste, we occasionally run into items that make us do a double take.  It is just our twisted little minds?  Or are these items questionable for more than just aesthetic reasons?  I’ll leave the verdict up to you.  nuff said. 

Lisa thinks: Naughty. . . but Pooh seems to be enjoying it.

3 is the magic number

Yes it it, it’s the magic number.  Somewhere in the ancient mystic trinity, you get 3, there’s a magic number. 

For some reason, odd little threesomes were the theme on the knick-knack shelf the day we found these.

Oh, and props to you if you caught the reference to this song. You are hereby officially a higher degree of awesome.

(as also covered by Blind Melon, De La Soul and Embrace to mention a few)  (yes,  I’m a nerd. And I’m ok with that.   Let your freak flag fly people!)

Lisa thinks: Wow! That's a lot of freaky!!! I'm especially disgusted/disturbed by the angel playing a clarinet(?). I won't say why- but I'm sure you get the point. I would like to say the little gnome people are cute and charming and would add creativity and a bit of silly to someone's garden, but they are just plain old creepy. Not sure the plants would grow if that's what they had waiting to stare at them. Yikes.

I really wanted to like them too Lisa!  It looks like the guy in the middle is doing sit-ups, and the lady on the left is doing jumping jacks, but what’s up with the lady on the right? 

The Unexplainables

Try as I might, I can find no rhyme or reason for the existence of these items, or why one would have owned them the first time around. 

This appears to be someone’s art project.  Maybe the work of Kevin after he grew up a bit?  The caption is what confuses me the most.  An inside joke that I missed?  A random observation?  Gosh: I just don’t know.

Does anyone have an explanation for this mug?  It befuddles me.  And this poor guy looks like he has a violent case of rosacea or is bleeding from the eyes or has just come from a bar fight or something.  In fact, he looks a little drunk, so screw flying on one wing – he probably shouldn’t be flying at all!

Owls seem to be a recurring theme around here…

Once again, we’ve managed to pull a little disappearing act around here but between working crazy hours and being sick as a dog, thrift store snark hasn’t been high enough on the list of things to do, unfortunately.  So, sorry to any faithful readers who thought we might have skipped town.  No such luck – just that crazy thing called life getting in the way again. So, without further ado, here is your latest update of thrift store nonsense.

Owls.  We’ve seen a lot of them around here.  Here and here for example.  The thing is, I really rather LIKE owls.  Just not these owls. 

This owl appears to be shocked and appalled by your reaction to him.

Hollow eyed owl will suck out your soul.

Is it just me or does this owl’s eyes look like the underside of a mushroom without it’s stem?

A Touch on the Wild Side

When I saw this on the shelf, I thought there might be some good commentary potential.  Then I turned it around to get a better look at the tag.

It was covered in old sticky oil.  I couldn’t wash my hands fast enough.  Even the label is glistening with sticky oiliness.  eww.

A touch on the wild side?  A touch on the NASTY side is more like it.

 

 

A Match Made in Lavatory Heaven

At first, when I saw this I wondered what the target market for something like this would be.  “Look Grandma!  Weren’t you shopping for one of these the other day?  What luck!”

Then I got to pondering how exactly something like this got to be here.  “Now that old Uncle Mortimer has moved into the nursing home, whatever shall we do with this thing?  I know!  Let’s bring it to the thrift store!!”

And then there is this.  I’m not even sure what to say.  I kind of wished we would have tried to figure out what it said.  Why thanks to to Google, I can find out!  Apparently you can have it record anything you want to.  But if you go to their website HERE they give you sound bytes in case you don’t have anything witty to say. 

Now the world has everything it ever needs.  Thanks, talking TP!

skittle bingo?

Looks more like skittle roulette to me.  (imagines playing roulette with a rainbow of fruit flavored candies)

Well, this was significantly funnier until I looked it up. Pop culture gap at it’s finest. However, still amused by the dude with the stogie looking all mobster like.



Lisa thinks: Hey- I remember when my dad used to dress up like that on family game night! Takes me back to when I was a kid. Or not, but that would've been great!