Aidan and I hit a thrift shop one weeknight after dinner. After striking out in the clothing section, we moved on to housewares. Every shelf held treasures of the iffy, tacky, sublime, and bizarre. I’d like to think the same wonderful person donated all of the following items.
It was love at third sight.
Meet…this thing.
But first, we slogged through some of the other delights:
A cat with her pet clown
We found this display tastefully arranged on an endcap. All hail Christmas 1995.
The portal to a universe dominated and defined by the decor in the Mesquite, Nevada Peppermill resort opened over a dolphin cove.
Small face. Large hands. Run.
Not creepy. Not creepy at all! Not even.
We kept coming back to the pineapple bird turkey pigeon thing. At 99 cents, how could we justify leaving him behind? We could not. He would have haunted our dreams. I paid his ransom with change from the bottom of my bag and he left tucked under her arm. There were more errands calling and he would join us as a full-fledged family member.
Waiting for hot chocolate at Panera.
Safety first.
One last snuggle with extended family. Maternal side.
We drove home with our unexpected, priceless, 99-cent treasure. Now, he is sitting on our kitchen table amongst Thanksgiving knick-knacks. Despite some skepticism from certain parties who don’t understand garbled plastic pineapple-bird hybrids, he’s here to stay.
Wish I could have joined the fun of looking at all the campy treasures. The dolphin picture actually looks like something Akiane could have painted. Believe it or not and I will put a picture up of it, there is a pineapple turkey at our health club. Glad you rescued said pineapple bird from the flee market. This is one turkey that won’t have to die, Archer.