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I go to thrift stores after a tough day at work like some people go for a martini. I never know exactly what it is that I’ll find that will make the stress of the day disappear, but the important part is, I always find something.
It doesn’t even need to be something that I want or that I’ll even buy – something that I would never in a million years let anywhere near my home can still turn my whole day around.
Like an assuming cardboard box, innocently wedged between a bin of old forks and several spools of holiday ribbon
A cardboard box full of clown heads, actually.
First – clowns are creepy even when they have their bodies attached, and about a gazillion times creepier when it’s a box full of disembodied clown heads. I’m not ashamed to admit that I screamed at the top of my lungs and jumped about ten feet in the air when I found it. And I may have tried to use one of the store employees as a shield from the clown terror.
“Hey, can you grab that box of clown heads for me? It’s next to the glitter and my glue gun.”
Second – why does someone have a box full of clown heads? What kind of crafty horror show is going on at your house where the sentence, “Hey, can you grab that box of clown heads for me? It’s next to the glitter and my glue gun.” could very reasonably come out of your mouth?
And finally – when I went back to that same thrift store a few days later, someone had purchased the entire box of clown heads. The ENTIRE BOX. Because probably they needed them for something or thought they might come in handy.
Right. Think about that for a minute.
So it’s not that I want the box of clown heads, or that I was even comfortable standing that close to a box of clown heads that made my day better. It was all of the possible past and future scenarios that ran through my head about the box of clown heads.
And of course I had to call a friend immediately and tell her about it, and we came up with even more scenarios.
An hour later, I couldn’t even remember what had stressed me out about my day to begin with AND I found the cutest 1960’s summer dress for $1.29.
That beats a martini any day of the week.
Text and illustrations by Jessica Benassi. Painter of imaginary creatures, designer of wearable flights of fancy, addicted to ellipses and reality tv, overworked event planner, underworked tavern owner, very happily married, dog mother, laughs, loves and sleeps. Sleeps a lot.
More from Jessica at loveheylola.com.