Now, pretty much half the posts on Thrifthorror are what I’ve come to think of as “DIY” ceramics–places where cheap, unpainted, unglazed ceramics are stacked up for thrill-seekers to slap a few coats of paint on them, whatever they have the time or interest for. Usually, I get ahold of what must have been either the work of a five-year-old, or a pathologically bored teenager. Sometimes, there’s something special.
Like this entire shelf of scarcely-begun Christmas DIYs. Come, walk with me.
These santas are fresh from the santa-mill, where hundreds of Santas are turned out every hour. Someone ran out of red, so their cheeks, not so merry. Their eyes do twinkle, a bit, but it’s union rules. This one’s not really into it. “ho ho, something something, jolly, here’s your damned present.”
“They are Man’s,” said the spirit, “And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. The girl is insincerity, and the boy is Chronically Blond. Beware them both, for I see the Christmas Ornament shelf collapsing under their weight.”
Sorry, Dickens moment.
Hello! I’m Bashful Santa! Mind terribly much if I slide down your chimney? It’s not what it sounds like, I promise.
Even the animals get in on the action, with soulful brown eyes. JUST soulful brown eyes. The rest is left as an exercise to the viewer.
Want to skive off and discuss my “naughty” list? I knew you would.
Okay, in a breathtaking fit of completion, this one was almost halfway painted. So we’ll end on a bit of actual color this time. Tomorrow, though, world’s ugliest Santa. Promise.
Goodwill on Metric and 183, Austin