There are some beastly fusions of parts and ideas to be found in thrift stores.
(Yes, that is a face growing out of its back)
Somewhere between a cow, a tooth and a time piece:
Frankly, I’m quite shocked that anyone ever thought to merge a Transformer and a troll doll.
Proceed with caution when approaching Radioactive Unicorn Duck.
Some things are probably better left unexplored.
The best way to ensure your child will need extensive therapy:
And now the best: Sexy Burlesque Cow!
An odd trend in thrift store paraphernalia is the figurine with built in “crotch storage.”
Is this (all too) jolly fellow supposed to be a candy bowl? Did no one perceive the indecency of fondling a clown to procure treats?
This just screams impending lawsuit:
The inclusion of God’s curious little lamb isn’t helping this sorry bastard.
If anyone knows the manufacturer’s intended use of crotch storage areas, please share.
I can’t even count the number of times a giant monster crony who obeys my every command could have been useful to me.
Free “Peeping Skeleton Hands” too? Sign me up!
You’ve already seen Suicide Dog. Now I bring you TOILET SUICIDE. Am I the only one who thinks there should not be a large market for suicidal ceramics?
This piggy bank makes me sad:
Stunned Bear really threw me for a loop. Only after my initial horror did I realize that he’s of questionable gender, and/or anatomical correctness.
For someone out there, a rock with a miserable elephant oddly placed on a spring was the most intuitive choice to convey a wish for happiness.
Mama owl looks very weary of caring for her strung out little owlet.
Zombie Jesus would make the perfect tool to ensure that Sunday school children tremble in fear of sin.
Just imagine the sound this creature would make and be thankful it’s only ceramic…
This luminous lettuce is far more at peace than you or I will ever be:
Isn’t this kind of…in poor taste?
I’m very touched by this sweet little duo.
I personally prefer a world bespeckled by pretty, lumpy gumballs.
Isn’t that the way love goes? Our beloved’s perceived imperfections shine as celebrations of their uniqueness.
More wonderful plush creatures and crafts in sewingstars’ photo sets.
I’m splitting this into two posts, so as not to overwhelm anyone with the sheer volume of disastrous ceramic creations.
Today’s temperature: 50 below AWFUL
Let’s have a toast…”TO JAUNDICE!”
Such lovely eyes:
The grade school art project of a serial killer?
Oh dear. I can’t believe someone made this (complete with priceless facial expressions):
Let’s juxtapose the thrift horrors of this week with some enchanting use of vintage artifacts.
Eerie Art contains the work of assemblage artist Lisa Mei Ling Fong. Her signature “Introversion Boxes” (I even love the name) are beautiful, intriguing memorials comprised of international relics.
Lisa has traveled to over 27 countries, collecting material along the way for later use in her pieces.
Although she considers her Introversion Boxes to be “journal entries,” these little worlds stir the imagination of the spectator in a way that is entirely personal. There is a mood, a feeling created that the observer may piece together in a story.
I can’t help wanting to look closer and keep exploring…
So many amazing creations in the gallery.
It took a while for a news story to pop up that rivals my escaped giant feces story in its absurdity. But the weekend brought us…
It makes me smile to think of ships carrying such ludicrous cargo. I like to believe the entire ship was populated with these giants. Go ahead and indulge in some imaginative hypothetical accounts of this whole story went down.
Ah, the shell sculpture, a staple of thrift store tchotchkes.
Standard bad shell fare usually looks something like this:
But some go above and beyond call of tacky kitsch duty.
I’m deeply confused by this image. A mini trash basket? A dysfunctional basketball hoop?
Nice multimedia effort.
A gaggle of wrong:
Who’s bluffing at the poker table?
Breathtaking, isn’t it?
Beep beep…here comes the Shellmobile!
A small failure:
SheWalksSoftly 