I had to smile when commentors on a recent post asked how I ended up with all those mittens. You might also ask how I ended up with a [fake, life-size] severed foot. The answer is the same -- my husband is a prop master. We have a LOT of weird and wonderful and useless stuff in our garage and storage units.
His latest gig is a new cable show that features a lot of body parts. He had a few spare feet hanging around this week, so he brought them home. It is, after all, nearly Halloween.