So…it’s come to this. Tossed aside, locked behind glass, hair shaved off. We’ve all been there. This is rock bottom.
Actually, if you’re discarded, shaved, encased, and a clown, that’s just slightly worse.
I think this might be the most depressing creature I’ve ever encountered in a thrift store, she most have been pretty in her day. Probably tried out for a part in “Cats,” or its less successful (but more danceable) off-off-Broadway counterpart, “Mimes.” Her entire career brought to a tragic end by a three-year-old with a pair of scissors.
Kids today. No respect for maribou.
The shop actually gave her some token of respect, a mourning note–they put her on a black bed, picked a price tag that actually went with her costume and it is HARD to coordinate with silver lamé. And yet it all just seems to illustrate life’s great punchline…you’re born, you live a good life, manage not to get broken, even get a couple of parts in an Italian opera, then bam, a pair of bright yellow plastic safety scissors with your name on it. Or maybe “JOEY”‘s name on it, in red sharpie.
Schadenfreude pumpkin raises a delicate lip to savor the moment. Oh yes.
Which wrapped up day one of Thrift Tour of San Antonio. We had a delicious dinner with our Thrifting Buddies, Maus and Tenar, at nearby Bombay Hall. After a busy day of bopping from shop to shop, sitting down with three different curries was bliss, and their Kashmiri naan–grilled naan bread stuffed with sweet cherry pistachio paste–was a perfect capper to a great day.
From the Loop 410 Goodwill, San Antonio
One Response to “But I am Pagliacci!”
I was depressed by poor, shorn clown, but that pumpkin lifted my spirits right up. He looks like he’s really getting the cosmic joke.
I’ll have to make a note of Bombay Hall, we’re hitting SA for a concert in a couple weeks.