And a few of the other treasures I've come across...
This in one of the "reserved" boxes of treasures. A 100+ year old dollhouse chair, why are they hanging on to it? Because it's old...
"But LOOK AT THE CONDITION of it" I say, to no avail. The back of the thrift shop is filled with tat like this, of great "sentimental" value but no practical worth.
A seriously disturbed little baby. Provenance unknown.
A handpainted rock. We get a lot of these, believe it or not...
Turn it over and:
You know, I mean - you know. "Year Completed", which raises it up to the status of a Mona Lisa, years, decades in the works, how many years did Emma labor on this I wonder?
In the "Shrine" a hand-carved wooden beaver-toothed Indian Chief. Racist as all fuck. But that's not the best part...
Go to pick him up and...
Charming!!!
Then there's...
Creepy doll, of which we have countless, and they never sell.
And then there's the Shrine, which is a collection of "M********"'s special reserved treasures, that he can't seem to part with. Since he's away I've been in charge of maintaining it...
Some vintage star wars figurines, and handmade tile...
A cap gun, we can't sell (community doesn't like that), a "Thou Shalt Not Steal" admonishing Monk Cookie Jar, and - leaning in front of it - legit, a 1 oz silver bar. Who donates this stuff? Anyways, the best thing I'd seen in a week so I was rather pleased...
An obscenely detailed South American Pottery Figurine obscured by a hitchhiking Elvis...