Want to see a bunch of creepy/awesome junk from Aberfoyle? I know I do! That’s why I went with Jane on Sunday.
We both scored some useful stuff. I got a ton of vintage ball gloves to make wallets out of (shhhhh, don’t tell the ball glove collectors) and Jane got a dress or two. What we didn’t get is anything pictured below, so head on over there early next Sunday if any of it’s up your alley.
I actually did want this flashlight gun. A lot.
Remember the stuff that dreams are made of? No, me neither. I can’t hear it over the screaming nightmare that is this doll. I imagine the secret she’s keeping jammed in her mouth with that shiny plastic hand is “Go ahead and fall asleep…SO I CAN KILL YOU IN IT TEEHEE!”
Speaking of, remember this? Bet you didn’t and bet you were doing just fine without it too (though, that said, haha!). Why was I supposed to want to hang out in a neighbourhood that bred such monsterism? Sorry Mr. Rogers, no amount of calm-voiced hospitality is going to keep me from jetting to Mr. Dressup’s joint where the neighbours are (marginally – what’s with the vacant eyes, Casey?) less terrifying and the games infinitely more fun.
Oh, Aberfoyle! Always a good time.