What do you do when some of your best friends come into town for a visit? Same thing you always did together – thrifting! Today I’m showcasing the Thrift Store Gore but I also had some pretty sweet scores, too, including this find here.
Just to recap, this is the Little Big Thrifting Pyramid. Most of the stuff you find while thrifting is unremarkable, while a much smaller portion of that is stuff that is awesome, and an even smaller percentage of that is what I call Thrift Store Gore.
First up, our Goodwill has an agreement with our local Target to take some of their unsold merch off their hands, so there is always a small section of brand new goods in the store. Including this device which had a long and complicated name only Scott can remember, but which we referred to as “The Grab ‘n Grab.” Here’s Scott Grab ‘n Grabbing me.
I was of course saying, “Hey Scott! Stop ‘n Stop!”
As it happens often, pictures are donated to thrift stores with the original family photos still in them. When Angela held this up Scott said, “I have been looking all over for a picture of that lady!”
We found this. I think that’s all I have to say on the matter.
We decided this shirt must be business casual for Hooters.
I got the distinct feeling I was being watched while thrifting.
What I love about this 80s mug is that someone waited all this time, for maybe thirty years, before they decided it was time to let go. Which I can understand. This mug looks like Max Headroom himself wished you a Happy Birthday.
This is the sassiest camel sculpture ever. I can only imagine awesome nativity scene this came from. Most fashionable holy family ever.
I don’t know about you, but count me out of the sort of hangover that makes you lose an eye.
Stef found some pretty epic Jazzercise and fauxzzercise records. The 80s was a weird time. A time when you worked out to albums.
Look at this sweet dinosaur tuxedo vest. It was toddler-sized. If only I had a son!
The photo below is notable for two reasons: one, it’s like whomever made the horse decided it had two butts and attached the hair accordingly, and two, damn, that is probably the second best photobomb of all time. Good work, manic pumpkin!
(The best photobomb of all time, of course, is found here.)
These pants had lobsters embroidered all over them. Lobsters. As everyone knows, lobsters never go out of style. You can wear them past labor day even though they are white because they have lobsters on them, and the Queen herself would approve. Which Queen, you ask? Any queen. Ever. Anywhere. Because, you guys, lobster pants.
Oh, I should mention that while thrifting we found this book, which pretty much proves time travel exists. It talked about how everyone rides in rockets and how we all enjoy space travel. Clearly, a time-traveling Sam Clemens was reading it when he accidentally left it on a bus somewhere. I’ve been trying to get in touch with Art Bell about this but it’s really hard to talk on the phone while wearing my tinfoil hat.
Stef found this book especially for Jake. I think she secretly regrets not buying it for herself.
And I’m ending this trip with something straight out of music’s newest sensation: Tchaikovsky’s The Zombie Nutcracker Suite. Merry Early Zombie Christmas!