Yesterday was a thrift shopping day and I came upon a goldmine of crazy. Someone’s collection of ceramic figurines, all of them elderly. In addition to this shelf full, there were about 20 more scattered throughout the store. I couldn’t bring myself to buy them. I just felt like I had to have them all or none of them and, while my husband really appreciates many of the horrifying ceramic things I bring home, he wouldn’t if I spent $60 to $80 on one haul.
Then I went to my local grocery store and happened upon this:
For sale for $18.95 and totally ironically cool. Which was hugely disappointing because I already own this:
Bought for a buck at a yard sale, under the impression that it wasn’t supposed to be ironically cool. I don’t know how I feel about it any more.
But I am thrilled with this purchase. It’s the door to an old PO box. I bought it at the post office. The woman behind the counter gave me a quick lesson on how to pick the lock, too – which was priceless.
