Trashy Treasures

Last Saturday, me and a friend went on an antiquing binge.  Because we're 85 year old adrenaline junkies.  We can't help it.

Here is Yours Truly feeling funky fresh in her "Jackie-O" glasses.  

"O-yes" is what I say to that.

The quintessential Raggedy Ann Doll.  Every girl had one growing up, usually in a pair with her lover, Andy.  This particular doll struck me really odd.  Her "eyes" make her appear as if she's done something really sinister.  Either she's pooped her pants or set the neighbor cat on fire.  

This picture of old arcade games is really meant to appeal to my siblings who read this blog...   *tap-tap-tap* I.T.T.O? (Is this thing on? That phrase rolls through my head so often it deserves its own acronym)  Five words, H&L:  Weyandts basement.  Sunday afternoon.  Amen.  

The Queen of Hearts.  

And, yes, you are seeing this correctly.  I remember picking up the aforementioned plate to reminisce about the late Diana's personal charisma and devotion to numerous charities and humanitarian causes. Then, in holding the plate at a slight angle, I recoiled in horror when it revealed a snarky Princess Di with a wonky eye.

I knew I had to buy it then, if only to take it out of circulation to prevent soulless people from pointing and laughing at the plastered mishap.

Then it dawned on me.  I don't actually have a soul.  So, I immediately called my friend over and we both doubled over laughing. Then I chased her around the store holding the plate to my face and growling.