there is a seemingly tiny shop across the street from one of the many Whole Foods that litter dallas. its entrance boasts handpainted signs, garden ephemera, and small pieces of rustic wood furniture.
the dolls made it look that way so that they can get you inside and kill you.
the guts of curiousities is actually a cavernous carnival of nightmares. upon entering, i was glad i still had still had a good thirty minutes left to my dinner break, as i was obviously going to need it to examine what would surely be truckloads of vintage treasures. as my eyes adjusted, however, i realized i was being watched by said treasures....
....from every angle.
it brought back that universal childhood fear: your playthings are silently plotting against you while you sleep.
but the santa VS jesus installation reminded me of a very strange and (i think) more singular underage fear: if i happened to be the last one up at night, and had to turn off all the lights before going upstairs, i was certain that as i reached the fourth step, jesus would turn the corner, eyes glowing, float-marching slowly and silently psychotically towards me. i have no idea where killer jesus came from. i was the town's first altar girl (because obviously, boys-only is not acceptable), and i was stupendously bad at my job, so maybe it was born out of guilt.
either way, you didn't want to meet that jesus in a dark alley. he would whip santa's ass.
the only inanimate horrors missing were haunted porcelain masks.
yes, there were indeed some sewing treasures in there; a vintage featherweight at $175 and a box of jock straps from 1932 among them. the proprietress breezed by in an absolutely gorgeous silky top of a thousand colors. i thought she was there to chastise me about my large (read: tj maxx) sized bag, but we were destined to exchange clothing compliments. i was sporting a new me-made. oh! you made that?? i really need to learn how to sew. i need something to do when i get old and can't move anymore. it's just around the corner. hahahahahahahahahHAHAHAHahhahahahahahhaaaaaaaa
i think the atmosphere of death might be getting to her.
i walked away with a great silk scarf, a luxuriously long strand of wooden beads, and my life.
MY PRECIOUS, PRECIOUS LIFE.