crap-o-la

Today Mom and I hit the first round of the neighborhood garage sales. I have little patience for this kind of digging. My mother lives for it though, so I'm trying to be a good sport. This was some of the junk I saw at one sale. It was so kitschy that it caught my eye. No, I did not buy the $1 gold and glitter plastic reindeer. Shocking as that might be.