Why Is There A Mellancamp Album At The Antiques Store?

A couple of days ago, my girls and I flitted about a local antique store with my aunt and cousin. I like the antique store we visited because it's different than most antique stores. Meaning (of course) it's big, has above average restrooms, and they stock cool stuff.

Like old John Cougar albums.

Not John Mellancamp or John Cougar Mellancamp. Just Johnny Cougar, lookin' like a hood.

I liked these vintage Walt Disney World mugs, too. I would have purchased them if the names were Jack and Diane instead of Jim and Diane. What can I say? Mellancamp (in all of his incarnations) and his songs are everywhere.

The antique store had other stuff besides that pertaining to 80s rock. We found many a salt and pepper shaker, vintage Purdue pennants, and the stand alone, no wall needed Murphy bed. Very cool stuff.

I need it all.

That aside, the store answered many deep, burning, philosophical questions for me as well.

Questions such as 'Where do brooches, necklaces and earrings go to die?'

The answer: They go to die here. And are reincarnated as Christmas art.

Our trip to the antique store gave me great opportunities to mess around with the Instagram app on my phone that I recently downloaded.

Check out my booties. They've been given the ol' Instagram Amaro treatment:

I did the same thing to this photo of a giant lollipop. 

Before I ate it. 

The lolly. 

Not the photo.

And I should probably point out that we didn't buy the lolly at the antique store. You just never know how old stuff is there. Even the food. For the lolly we had to go to the old candy store/soda fountain downtown.

The trip to the candy store kinda made me forget about how badly it stung to find an album from my childhood in the antiques store. Pin It Now!