The Unsellable Doodad


In the book I’m currently working on, Curated Collection’s new shop assistant sells an item that Jacy and Neena consider “the unsellable doodad.” How did this come to end up in a book? Well, it went something like this. My brother-in-law and niece came for a visit and as we always do, we took them to our favorite antiques mall (it’s located in Fairfield, Maine). While there, I ran across…well, let’s just call it a bottle. Here are a couple of photos.

As you can see, it is some sort of clown/dog hybrid with drum-shaped cups hanging from the sides. I probably should have bought it because it’s just that unusual, but I didn’t.

We spend a bit of time wandering through antique stores, which is why it seemed natural for Jacy to want to sell them along with other second-hand items. What is funny, however, is that whenever we go out, I end up finding at least one head.

Yes, I said head. In some cases, it’s a bust, but not always. Here are a few examples.

The Elvis head was one of two that I saw the same day, but I can’t find the picture of the second one. Those also ended up in the book, by the way.

Such fun!