Scenes from a weekend visit that my younger son and I made to an antique store not long ago. This was a weird little pinball machine that involved shooting a small gun.
My sort of antiques - I'd have happily brought all these home with me.
I showed this bagged, broken-beaked duck to my son and he said, "Well. That's unfortunate."
While I appreciate the multicultural nature of this little family, I still find this odd. The baby owls (?) look frightened and the grandma owl looks a little irritable. And why is she hogging the nest while the grandchildren perch precariously above her?
There's something about old wrenches that make me think of robots. Or maybe storm troopers.
Seriously? Why? I mean, I can understand... No. No, I can't. Just why?
Whew, good thing they have a padlock on this cabinet - someone might steal all that pink shit!
$48.50 for a deranged ceramic horse. Yeah. I'll be putting that one on my wish list.
Siiimmbaaa! Remember who you arrrre! (You are apparently the offspring of a gilded, snake-eyed lion.)
Got nostalgia for the 70's? Have I got a deal for you!
Oh for the love of... just put some clothes on the poor little thing, will ya?