Unicorns and Moonbeams

We did a little thrift shopping today, hitting four stores, two of which were new to us.

The first place, we've been to many times. In this particular store, our routine is this: I make a beeline for the sewing and craft paraphernalia aisle, and Norm secures the perimeter. Meaning I zone out for 10 to 15 minutes and he wanders.

He scans the shelves for vintage paint-by-numbers and other things he thinks I might be interested in. Although that may seem really sweet and helpful (okay, it is), I know he also has an ulterior motive -- to direct my attention and get us the hell out of the store before he gets too creeped out.

Sometimes, if I'm spending too much time in one spot, he'll circle around me. Other times, he'll call me over to look at something else in hopes it will break my singular focus. In these situations, I may resort to waving him off like a pesky fly (knowing he will return), or employing a delay tactic such as, "In a minute."

But today, I was actually ready to move on when at one point, he said, "Come here, you've got to see this." And, oh, am I so glad I had my camera.

Behold this vision on black velvet:

I mean, come on. Are those not the most whacked out unicorns? Just look at their eyes! Don't stare too hard though, they might try to hypnotize you and control your mind!

And what about their...their...glowy sticks! What are those green things emanating from those horns, moonbeams? Nuclear radiation? Something treatable with Mucinex?

Hey, I'm the first to admit ignorance when it comes to unicorn lore. And I would like to keep it that way, thank you very much.

And then there was this one by the same artist.

Awww... Still creepy though.

Needless to say, we left the mystical herd there to irradiate the rest of the shoppers and transmit their secret unicorn agenda. We did stand there snickering in the corner for a while though. Okay, it was more than snickering. We full on busted a gut.

More on the rest of the shopping trip later. There will be Pyrex.