I used to do whole posts showcasing photos from our visits to various antique shops. I still have a lot of unprocessed photos, but some are redundant, some are ho-hum, and some deserve a post of their own.
The latter is the basis for my decision to do a series called “Just Stuff”.
It will be a series of unrelated photos that might have, or might not have been treated with various effects and enhancements. Some are fairly straight forward. Some will take a shot at making people laugh . . . or at least smile.
Basically, they are photos that caught my eye, and I played with them to present and preserve them here. They will also be added to THIS GALLERY in SmugMug as each post is published.
The Photo(s) In This Post
So, I found out antique dealers don’t know how to spell undertaker . . . that aside, it was interesting to see the make-up kit. The lady working at the shop offered to open it up so I could photograph the interior.
Sadly , I did not see the E-Z Way Applicator for Spraying. Either that, or I did not recognize it.
Before I continue, let me take a moment to recommend the movie Undertaking Betty. Good laughs, as are all funereal laughs.
I’ve been to a number of funerals with the deceased put on display. I was very young when I first saw a dead person on display. I can’t say that I remember who it was. All I know is the body did not look like the person. In fact, the body was not the person. The body is never the person . . . no matter how much spray-on cosmetics are applied.
. . . but the mourners can delude themselves they are still in the presence of their loved ones if they ‘look good’. That delusion sure keeps undertakers well fed; not that there’s anything wrong with that.
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