Some shots from one day junking in a small Kentucky town:
First up, Watkins Cookbook for Kids Inside
Is it just me, or do you immediately think the worst? Why the scrawled font? Why are the kids inside? Air raid? Nuclear attack? Are they all in a bunker somewhere? And what about the dog? Dear God...WHAT ABOUT THE DOG??!
Now on to something less disturbing:
Well, how you doin'?
My first thought was of Andy Taylor's Aunt Bea. Maybe it's the hat. Or maybe I have some issues that need to be resolved.
And since we're on the "Naked For No Good Reason" train:
Just your average Saturday night.
Her eyes pierce through me. And I want to give that entire guitar a good scrubbing with Simple Green cleaner. Maybe another unresolved issue on my part. Anyone keeping count? I think we're up to two.
Now back to disturbing:
Holy hellfire. This was an apron. A plastic apron with this design over the entire thing repeatedly. This exact same illustration with text screaming, "Soup's On!" and "Come and Get It!" Blekkk..
After that I think that we should lighten up the mood a little. More pig, but this time:
There. I hope that I've redeemed myself.
Oh lord, now I have to spiral back down into horrible:
When Mister Kitsch first showed me this knife holder, I squealed, "Ooh! A rooster! I want it!" Then he said, "But..do you see what is happening?" Soon enough, I did surmise what was happening. Poor Mister Rooster!
I'd make a heck of a detective, don't you think?
Here comes the bride! Or...something.
For our final stop, I'd like to show you who our backup Ranch Dressing mascot will be if for some reason, Swiffer McCluster can't perform his duties:
Basement dweller, Bizzy Beaver!
I hope that y'all have enjoyed this (mostly disturbing and eye opening) tour of one little Kentucky town.
Until next time..(say your prayers, check your window locks and keep saving up that junkin' money!)
x's and o's,