When I'm out junking, I have a bad habit: I tend to skip over booths that don't appeal to me.
Too much glassware.
Ugh, more jewelry.
Really? MCM is coming back?
My sister, however, can shop the same mall or flea market and find lots of cool little things that I never even saw!
To compensate, I trick myself, forcing myself to look more closely. My secret? I sing the Sesame Street song "One of These Things Is Not Like the Other".
A few weeks ago at the DC Big Flea, I was staring at a man-cave booth that was mainly fishing gear and tools. Not interested! Then, I started the soundtrack in my head, and scanned looking for something—anything—that seemed out of place.
Bingo! A baggie of frozen charlotte dolls and pieces. Usually, if you can find that one out-of-place item, the seller generally has no idea of its worth or desirability.
In this case, the dolls were his ex-wife's and these were the last of them. And he wanted to unload them dirt-cheap. Yay, me!
As I pulled them out of the baggie, each was creepier than the last. Clearly the small one on the left has no reason whatsoever to be so exuberant….
But my ab-fab is this conquering heroine. WRAAR. Hear her roar.