My husband claims that this is the scariest thing I’ve ever purchased. From this angle, I have to admit he may be right. When I bought it, I thought it was charmingly folksy — I’m assuming it’s homemade, and whoever made it did a damn good job of making it look like Howdy. It’s Papier Mache, and hollow, and I would think maybe it was meant to be a mask, but it doesn’t have any eye holes. That did not stop me from putting it over my head and dancing a jig for my youngest niece’s amusement the last time she visited.
The point of this — shockingly, there is a point — is that I’ve decided to haul Howdy down to sell at the Vintage Bazaar. Have I mentioned that it’s Saturday? THIS Saturday? That’s right! And right now my dining room has juuuuuuust enough room left on the floor for the cats to move through. I am feeling overwhelmed and horrified that I have so much crap stored in my home. It is astonishing to me how much stuff I have managed to secret away in various closets, under beds, and what have you. If you looked at my dining room right now, you would assume that everything I own is sitting in there. But no. Though I have pulled out and boxed up all the items I intend to sell, the house is still packed.
There is an upside to you, the consumer: everything is going to be marked low, low, low because I AM NOT carrying this stuff home.
SO: anyone who needs a Howdy Doody papier mache head, please head down to the Vintage Bazaar on Saturday! Along with my low-priced wares, you can find things from an amazing list of fabulous vendors.
by Lara Jo
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