Day 331

I know a little about thrift stores.   In fact, I consider myself a bit of an expert in all things used.  So, if the media is ever in need of a second hand style expert– I could do that.   If expert testimony was ever needed at trial in some sort of sordid consignment crime– I could do that.

OK, granted there is probably not a lot of call for a resale experts, but I’m ready just in case.  You can count on me.

As an authority, I’ll also point out that second hand shopping requires patience.  You can find gems like the perfect pizza stone or cute black capris, but they are often buried among  items that probably shouldn’t have been manufactured in the first place.

However, my expertise does not extend to why there is so much stuff out there that falls under the category of “What the hell were they thinking?”

For instance my kids and I happened upon Creepy Ceramic Granny last week offered for the bargain price of $1.99.

Clearly, I have been doing my sewing all wrong.

My oldest child said, “Why is that lady playing piano on that boy’s butt?”  An excellent question, to which I could only shrug slack-jawed.

I’d be pissed too.

There are many more questions than I have answers. Questions like, “Maybe he could wait upright for his pants?”  Or perhaps, “Shouldn’t granny be using the sewing machine, instead of, uh, whatever it is she’s doing?” Also and I think most importantly, “Who owned this in the first place?”