A recent visit to a local thrift store revealed a disturbing new process regarding their Christmas inventory…
I think they’re selling it by the pound.
As far as I can guess, somewhere behind the swinging doors of the mysterious ‘Employees Only’ area is a giant, roiling pit, filled with Christmas things.
From this pit, the employees pack shovels-ful of Christmas into very large, clear plastic blanket bags.
If you have x-ray vision, it’s possible to see one of everything ever remotely related to Christmas, across many decades of décor, crammed into these bags which are then dumped onto the sales floor and left to fend for themselves.
And there I am, pawing my way through one of these bags, which is clearly marked "Do Not Open, except for you, Amy," and what do I find buried in the midst of the tangled tinsel, plastic holly and strings of burned out lights?
Somehow both ornaments remained completely intact despite having been (possibly) shoveled from a pit into a bag. Could this be a Christmas miracle? I think so.
But what really caught me by surprise in that bag were these.
I can’t begin to imagine the number of hours and finger pricks it took to create these pins + beads + sequins ornaments and to me, they are shiny, tacky, gaudy, beautiful, flashy, flawless handmade treasures.
That’s right. I’ve gone to a place I never thought I’d go: The world of sequins.
Please send help.