Over Enthusiastic Thrifting


I snapped up a brown velvet pouf at the thrift store that matched my vintage club chairs perfectly the other day. When I went to see the price ($3.80) I stabbed myself in the thumb with the staple that held on the tag. I didn't think much of it because it was only a staple, but before I knew it I was bleeding allllll over the store.
The checkout girl was horrified when I handed these squirrel salt and pepper shakers over to her, one apparently bleeding from the neck...
I haven't had time to clean him up yet (the one on the right). There's something wrong with me...