I think we may return to this shelf in the near future. There was a lot going on here, it’s hard to capture its grand majesty in a single post.
Let us not, for an instant, suppose that clowning is ever appropriate, or that there is a market for buffoonery.
However, some clowning is more inappropriate than others.
I like her, she’s shameless. Anyone that can actually pull off the “soft-serv blueberry yoghurt wig” look is a special, special flower indeed. Though she may in fact have a wedge-shaped triangular head, and just painted the tips a merry-berry swirl. I guess I could respect that…grudgingly.
With a head that looks like two Cessna 208 Caravans are seeking warmth inside the spacious interior of her skull, a cheerful frankfurter grin, a dress that marries the best efforts of early 1970s color palate with the timeless “Catholic Schoolgirl” look, and accessories that just scream “…chewing gum?” She just lights up a room. Literally, not figuratively, she actually has a lumens rating of like 6 lm. You could totally read by her, but she’d probably be, like, beating you with a big papier-mâché rolling pin or something, which could easily be a distraction
Despite that list of charms, she’s still not welcome on the Brick-a-brack row anymore. Not after the incident.
Oh, the indignation. Oh, the shame. It’s hard to tell what was worse–the feeling of violation, or the noise of the paper party blower. I still can’t get that out of my head.
Perhaps if I turn away, she will leave? No? Alas.
Savers on Burnet and North Loop, Austin