Let’s be honest, thrifting is like a treasure hunt where you never know what dusty gem (or questionable trinket) you might unearth. Most of us go in with a plan – a lampshade, maybe a new coffee table book about obscure Estonian poetry. But then, there are those finds. The ones that grab you by the eyeballs and scream, “Take me home! I’m weirdly fascinating and you need me in your life!” And thus begins the descent into… the unintentional collection.
How a Porcelain Chicken Launched My Unintentional Collection
My own journey into the heart of unintentional collecting began innocently enough. I was browsing the aisles of a local thrift store, minding my own business, when I saw it. A ceramic chicken. Not just any chicken, mind you, but one wearing a tiny chef’s hat and holding a plate of equally tiny plastic tacos.
The Curious Case of the Taxidermied Squirrel Tea Party
Fast forward a few months, and my apartment began to resemble a fever dream curated by a raccoon with hoarding tendencies. I had amassed, quite by accident, a collection of taxidermied squirrels engaged in various human-like activities. There was Beatrice, the squirrel sipping tea from a delicate china cup. Harold, reading a miniature newspaper with a monocle perched precariously on his tiny face. And let’s not forget Agnes, knitting a teeny-tiny scarf with what I can only assume was equally tiny knitting needles.
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