Monday, July 25, 2011

But... But... I can Explain...

The other day I stopped into a local thrift store and bought five Barbie dolls. I walked up to the counter and set them down, wanting to wander about the store a bit just to see what was unwanted by someone else that I wanted. I found a nice wooden box for two dollars. You can't make a nice wooden box for two dollars so I bought it.

When I set the dolls on the counter, I told the seventy year old rehabilitated woman with long and grotesque chin hairs sitting there, "watch my girls for me while I look around," and I winked at her.

She'd seen far weirder than I you could tell because she just nodded and smiled politely, pulling the girls back away from the edge of her counter lest they fall off. My girls were in good hands.

I also found three old games of trivial pursuit and I bought those too. For three dollars, I've got all the trivia a mind could ever hope to riffle through. I don't like playing the game so much as I like sitting quietly on my back deck with a coffee in the wee mornings asking myself questions and then trying to answer them.

Was it Descartes? Or Dante?

I'd soon find out.

Now you may be wondering by now why I bought five Barbie dolls. I stopped specifically while in town and hunted them up. I turned into the parking lot, parked, told my dogs to "stay" and went into the store with Barbie Dolls in mind. I would have asked at the counter "Where are your Barbie dolls?" but I found them before I needed to. There were twenty five or so all mostly naked and piled in a basket, their naked plastic nipple-less flesh all intertwined in orgiastic, pretzel-like contortions...

Oh my!

The male mind is such a dumb and simple thing...

I picked out five that would serve me well and took them to the counter. I want to photograph them," is how I explained it to the hairy-chinned grandma.

I want to get a picture of a dragonfly on one of their heads. I don't know why, I just do. I have a large collection of dragonfly pictures, and I want some different ones. A dragonfly alighting on the head of an attractive plastic doll seemed like a good idea. So I taped it to the aerial on my Saturn where a dragonfly has been touching down for the last week or so.

Which freaked out the dragonfly and now it just hovers and looks down at all that wild hair.

I'll let you know if I get the shot or not...

3 comments:

Jeannie said...

You are so funny. And do you drive around with poor Barbie attached? Why 5? I think your orgiastic thoughts likely have another blog somewhere! LOL

dogbait said...

MP used to make Barbie clothes and still has plenty left over if they are in need of a dress up.

Shrinky said...

I love your weird and wonderful thought processes, and can't wait to view the capture (even if it might take several years from now) - good luck!