Strolling through an antique store, not a care in the world. A pretty fun thing to do when you have a little bit of pocket money. I like to pick up little trinkets that make me laugh and point them out "Ooh, look James, I found your birthday present!" Just to see the look of mixed disgust and amusement on his face when he turns to see whatever crazy thing I've found.
We came around a corner and there they were. Buttons.
Now, let's get one thing straight, I love buttons. And to find two cups and a jar full of buttons for only five dollars all together was pretty darn cool, and obviously I grabbed them right up.
Then I noticed something in one of the cups. What looked like itty bitty white fingers were popping out over the buttons
Which made me want to get it even more.
When we got in the car, I immediately snatched the thing open and there it was, sure enough. A small, porcelain hand with a crack through it.
We came around a corner and there they were. Buttons.
Now, let's get one thing straight, I love buttons. And to find two cups and a jar full of buttons for only five dollars all together was pretty darn cool, and obviously I grabbed them right up.
Then I noticed something in one of the cups. What looked like itty bitty white fingers were popping out over the buttons
Which made me want to get it even more.
When we got in the car, I immediately snatched the thing open and there it was, sure enough. A small, porcelain hand with a crack through it.
Dun dun dunnnn.
My new favorite hobby is trying to take creepy pictures of the hand. During my first photo shoot with it, Sarah came in the house, looked down, and said " . . . That's really weird."