Antiquing, Part IV
As per usual, we are always the youngest people in any-given antique mall. I'm sure any of the older folk look at us and say, "Oh, how cute, young people." Then they start to follow us around with their claw-like hands, sucking in the air around us.
"Your essence," they whisper, hoarsely. "We neeeeeeeed your essence."
But we are usually of the younger mix. Which is fine. I'm happy that I can turn 32, and still be one of the youngest at an establishment. My youth prevails.
Go youth! It is sonic.
While walking around the different booths that await our monies at the antique malls we go to, I am always on the look-out for the weird. Sadly, my latest adventure didn't prove as strange, but I did find some treasures that I want to showcase.
|I love number 7. I didn't even notice it until I edited the photo. Because, let's be honest: If an atomic bomb were to drop, what else can you do?|
|When I go to antique malls, my soul purpose is to look for reusable shopping bags. Do you see how much they want for it? $8. I'd say "bargain," but I'd be lying.|
|Jaqueline Lee Bouvier Kennedy Onassis wants that apple sauce. She cannot have that applesauce.|
|"When you lay me down to sleep, pray that dog with human eyes watches over me in a creepy manner..."|