Last night the gang hit up a couple of thrift stores on the North Shore in preparation for our Secret Holiday Project this weekend. We did quite well for ourselves, but perhaps more fun could have been had if we had more time for the absurd:

Why Josh opted to not purchase this vest, I will never know.

I, too, choose not to purchase a thing or two that really called out to me:

Every single thing about this image is wrong. The tiny festive sombrero adorned with sequins and glitter paint? Wrong. The large nude plastic doll? Wrong. The weird 6-pack torso? Wrong. The position we found her in? So very, very wrong. I could have placed her in a much more dignified position, but then I wouldn’t be able to take pictures and show the internet how scary she was, so I clearly did the right thing.

Then there’s the thing I DID buy, much to Ed’s horror. He tried very hard to talk me out of it, flat out told me that I was not to purchase it, refused to allow it into the car, told me I had to keep it outside, and makes whimpering noises every time he sees it. If I were a better person I would have taken his opinion to heart, but I never claimed to be anything less than an evil mastermind. Also, I needed a new friend:

Won’t you love my one-handed faceless Amish man? He only wants to be your friend.