Louisa and I hit the National Wholesale Liquidators “going out of business” sale the other day, and it was everything I dreamed it would be.
Rows upon rows of overstocked supplies, peppered with kitsch treasures.
I didn’t actually spend the 39 cents on this book, but was quite entertained by it:

Trust me when I tell you that Shell Kepler has gathered enough rhinestones, denim, lace and giant gaudy accoutrements to clothe an entire southern city, circa 1988.

But don’t think she’s all sweetness and wide-eyed charm. Here she is in full “bad girl” regalia, with her daughter no less (perfect ensembles for auto trouble, no? I try to sport a lace-breasted bustier and flowered bloomers whenever my car starts acting up…just in case).

Now we go to the plastic outerwear section, one of my favorites! The “spokesmodels” were supremely androgenous mannequins, better suited for still frames in 80’s new wave videos.

Why? Just…why?

In the food section, we came across this unconventional treat. Has anyone actually tried Buttered Popcorn Pudding?

I did end up procuring this useful item for one dollar:

There is actually a The Meat Club: Girls Only website.
And now, my very favorite acquisition, which I have yet to watch because it may be cause to gather some friends for a screening (*drumroll please*):
