Here’s my favorite icky baby doll wearing Momma’s crinoline petticoat.
Now there’s a sentence an infinite number of monkeys might type.
(About the photo: Another spur of the moment phone pic. I liked the lighting from my bathroom on the crinoline. Sure. I admit that a petticoat on the bedroom floor is kinda strange. But i buy interesting items to inspire me. No editing aside from a crop. I like the noise. Makes it a tad unsettling.)
When you really spend some time in that store, you find some horrific items for sale. I went there with my mom and 3 yr old. Kiddo refused to go near some of our finds, as they were hellishly terrifying. Also, their stuff was way overpriced.
According to my mom: They had a cupboard that was nasty and the paint was rippled and looked like they found it in a field, and they wanted $450. I would have paid $75 tops.
Am I the only one bothered that she was able to price something that should have been set on fire?
Back to the store. How the hell do they stay in business? I don’t get it. It’s been open forevers, and I have never actually seen anyone purchase anything. I suspect some sort of nefarious fraud. Maybe it’s a front for a drug dealer.
You’ll know it is if I am murdered in the next week. Because, like, I will have figured them out.