Goodwill, Badwill, Questionable-will — The Eyes Have It

Yesterday found me at loose ends away from the house for a few hours, which meant it was time to volunteer for the needy hit up a couple of Goodwills.

Although all I bought was a $2.99 box of Marimekko Unikko notecards and a 99¢ holiday gift for my mother, I could not help but notice a trend. A disturbing trend, A creepy trend.

The dolls, they see everything! And before you start discounting my observations as paranoid, I present to you the evidence:

This angel may be attempting a disguise, but I am not fooled. Her worried eyes tell a story that would chill you down to your very soul.

The ever present wall of dolls may first appear to be all sweetness and innocence, but a closer look proves this to be an utter fallacy.

Do you see it?

Look closer:

And closer. I call him “Baby Edwardian Damian.”

“Hey there, friend. Want to play a game? It’s a very special game I made up myself. But first, put on this blindfold and handcuffs.”

It’s no wonder his neighbor is crying:

Poor girl.

This gullible fellow agreed to play along, but he now knows to stay far, far away from the doll section. Do you see the road rash over his pink cheeks? Almost as if a certain doll rubbed his face back and forth across a concrete sidewalk:

He now knows to keep to himself:

He really does.

It’s no wonder this clown chose to retreat into an inner world where he gets to straddle planet Earth while surrounded by clown-clouds.

Because sometimes fantasy is better than reality.

Then again, lit-from-within-marble-eyed-bear knew it all along.

You just never know what you’ll come across at Goodwill.

Katy Wolk-Stanley