My name is Melyssa and I am a thrift store addict.
The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.
I brake for yard sales.
Some house wives dream of running away with the I Can't Believe it's Not Butter! guy and going to some tropical local where they can sip drinks in coconuts with little umbrellas.
I dream of running away and becoming an American Picker.
I admit I have a disease.
Recently I was with Anna (my little picker in training) and we were at Goodwill looking for Halloween costumes. Yes, we dress up, which in some circles requires us to surrender our Christian homeschooling card for a month. Anyway, I purchased this for Anna, being blinded by the price tag - a mere $3.99! for original art work! of a ballerina! - and I didn't look too closely.
It's certainly one of a kind.
Perhaps less Dega...more Dali?
Dem four legged ballerinas are hard to come by. She must have had an frightful time getting into a company! I admire her persistence. Also, the man with no legs; I can't imagine what he went through trying to find a partner. No-legs-man with four-legged-girl = match made in ballet heaven.
Either that, or I'm looking at it all wrong and she doesn't have four legs, she only has two legs which evidently both sprout of her right hip (youch) and the man is only a man from the torso up. He's like a centaur except instead of stately horse legs he got saddled with lady gams with bad turn-out and no ability to point.
So, it may not have been the purchase of the year. But it has character, by golly! I sorta want to see more from this artist. A three armed gymnast perhaps? A two headed figure skater? Let us have a moment of silence for extra limbed performing artists out there. We appreciate you. We really do. Although we're not sure where you go to buy tights.