I actually stared at the first one for a long, long time and thought about a practical joke my parents played on wealthy friends of theirs a million years ago.
The next 2 aren’t as cool, but I can tell you that they are very soft. And tempting. And kind of gross. And not tempting at all.
I was extremely not tempted by this, the final item of today’s excursion. In fact. I stayed a minimum of 2 metres away at all times.
‘Cause ‘hope I find crotchless panties’ is the first thing that pops into your head when you’re browsing at V.V.
Other than these exciting items (which I did not buy), the trip was good because someone had donated an upright piano which was being played by a pre-teen boy. Played? Massacred is more like. Better than screaming babies, which is the usual sound track. Also, if you were wondering, all but the girl with chicks paintings are gone. My blog sold them, I’m guessing. I also found the outer box of Tramacet (a pain killer for moderate to moderately severe pain) being used as a book mark in a book titled “Pain Free Living for Drug Free People”. Makes sense to me.
(And if you were wondering, yes, I did buy something: a couple yards of toile type fabric, cream with a blue print.)
A FRICKEN’ LION SAFARIIIII! Do tell about the practical joke.
I worked two summers of my life at the African Lion Safari. Good times.
The pain killer bookmark is priceless. You can’t make up stuff like that!
Oh, they bought a similar pillowcase, I think with Niagara Falls on it, and presented it to them as a gift with very serious faces, just to see how polite their friends could be. I think they let them in by laughing after a few short, uncomfortable minutes…
Laura, my first room mate ever worked their too, as a teenager. He worked in the kitchen and said that peacocks would just wander in, and he’d throw potatoes at them, sending them running off in a panic. It’s a mental image I love.
That VV is a horror show.
Yes, it is. I defy anyone to prove that their local VV is worse.
Value villiage seems to be a contradiction in terms. I never realized the standard of living disparity here until I started selling used computer crap that I bought at garage sales down in Miami. Rich folks throw out stuff that people up north would pay money for. That vv stuff is horrid! Any good podcast finds.
Nothing new lately, just listening to all my favourites, mostly cbc (DNTO, Vinyl Cafe, The Spark and now Wire Tap) then This American Life, The Moth and Radiolab. I tried Kevin Smith’s Smodcast, but it’s too…eh. Manly? I followed him for a bit on Twitter then gave up because he’s an over-tweeter.
I’d quit looking at this V.V. if there was anything better in my area, but there really isn’t. There’s a Sally Ann down the street but it’s bad too. Maybe I ought to just stick with Winner’s.
I hesitate to say that my vv is better – but think it is – even if it’s only by a tweak. Prices have certainly gone up but it’s still possible to find bargains.
Love that you remembered the painted black velvet cushion story. That was huge fun. xo