Our trip to Thailand seemed to last forever because we drove to LA to drop off my paintings, flew to Thailand, and then drove home from LA. Lulu was really good both ways and pretty much slept the whole time we were in the car.
Bakersfield was where my show was and it was littered with thrift shops on every corner. My heart was a pitter pattering, but the shops ended up being so ghetto. Way beyond my limits. Mo drove down for the day and she had the look of horror when we walked into our first thrift mart. Lulu picked up a stuffed animal from the ground that looked like it had been dragged behind a semi.
Both of us gasped at first because we thought a wee little one suffocated under the rubble. But it turned out to be just one of those creepy life size time out dolls.
This was another thrift shop I waltzed into by my lonesome. Thought I was going to get snatched or shot, it was in the most ghetto part of town and daylight was burning. It took me an hour to get here by foot and I spent a whole 30 seconds inside before I turned around and ran(literally) home.
2 comments:
i am laughing SO HARD.
i saw the little legs before i read what you wrote and i too was HORRIFIED!!! part of me was like, WHAT THE, and part of me was like, LULU???? or that's what my mind thought before it thought clearly : ) hahaha.
those thrift shops haunt my dreams!
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