Other Uses for Baby Heads

Happy July 4th, the day we here in the U.S. celebrate our freedoms. Freedom to carry a gun literally anywhere we want for any reason; freedom to eat cookies that taste like corn. Freedom to buy a cake Well okay, we can’t have them all.

Freedom to do things like this to your doll collection:

england take us back

Wanna help “Yardsaling to Adventure!”grow? Do your Amazon shopping through our affiliate link!

Advertisements

The Terror that Crawls in the Night

“What happened to you?”

“The Republican healthcare plan.”*

(*I’m writing this post in Fall 2017, but like, I imagine their healthcare plan won’t be any better in May.)

Wanna help “Yardsaling to Adventure!”grow? Do your Amazon shopping through our affiliate link!

The Potty-Training Mystery Puzzle!

Hey, and speaking of toilets

“Potty training.” Get it?! I thought this was going to be one of those fun mystery puzzles—”The Monster Who Did This Terrible Thing to My Babies,” perhaps—but no, it’s just a regular puzzle with a whole bunch of sad babies on it.

Here’s a bonus puzzle from the same thrift store, on the same visit…

Man, who’s getting rid of all their baby puzzles???

Wanna help “Yardsaling to Adventure!” grow? Do your Amazon shopping through our affiliate link! 

Practical Baby Storage

Welcome to the 2016 season of Yardsaling to Adventure, everyone! I can’t wait to see what wonderful treasures we find this year, and—oh. Here’s two babies jammed into a glass jar.

babies-in-a-jar

(The guy was kind of giving me the stink-eye while I was photographing it, too, like was the one doing something weird. YOU HAVE A JAR OF BABIES. THAT’S NOT WHERE BABIES GO.)

Happy New Year, everyone! P.S., don’t Google “jar of babies”. It doesn’t help.

Wanna help “Yardsaling to Adventure!” grow? Do your Amazon shopping through our affiliate link! 

G.I. Woe

melted-baby-GI-Joe-tray

The name you should be cursing aloud right now is @MaconBlair, who writes to us on Twitter:

“How much for the melted baby / GI Joe tray combo?” “Eighty five bucks.” “DEAL.” (I’m crushing this yard sale.)

I thought he was just making fun jokes, but holy crap, the price tag says “$85.” (Or 85 dash marks, I guess.) That’s what, like a week’s worth of groceries? Or, a videogame? There has to be cheaper ways to get a melted baby than this. I know a guy.

Wanna help “Yardsaling to Adventure!” grow? Do your Amazon shopping through our affiliate link!

I Heard You Like Haunted Dolls

melting-baby-doll

“Yessssss,” Mr. Pigsnucker said, as he dug the doll out of his backyard and brushed the remains of its former owner off of it. “Someone will definitely want to buy this.”

(The weird thing is when you press its hand, it just says “I hate Mondays.”)

Wanna help “Yardsaling to Adventure!” grow? Do your Amazon shopping through our affiliate link!

I Was a Teenage Baby

spy-through-the-painting

Christina H. writes to us on Facebook:

“Checkout this creepy painting I saw in a tiny shop in Aberdeen, NC today. Thought of your blog when I saw it. Notice the hole under the right eye. Almost, but not quite, got the hole-in-the-eye-opening-through-which-we-will-spy-on-you-through-the-wall down pat.”

I’m also a little concerned that they grafted an adult’s head onto a baby’s body. Has science finally gone too far? (That said, apparently this is a trend not uncommon in the art world [link NSFW].)

Wanna help “Yardsaling to Adventure!” grow? Do your Amazon shopping through our affiliate link!