Back story: I've told you about my "friend" Julia. We met 25 years ago when we worked at the same crappy pizza restaurant in Paris. We were both from California, loved all things French and laughed at each other's jokes. These days, she lives at the edge of a magical forest and has 2 adorable French children with her fabulous French husband. The reason I refer to her as my "friend" is because I actually hate her. She spends her days driving around small French towns buying (and finding by the side of the rue) fantastic stuff that really belongs to me. Like this:
Julia follows this blog and knows that I have been posting about creepy dolls. As is her way, she has to out-do me. Again.
Julia tells me she found this...um, object, in the back of a closet. It is so ugly, so awful, so disturbing, that it turns some kind of corner and becomes wonderful. And I would KILL for those eyebrows.
9 comments:
I don't believe you. I think there are many more creepy doll posts yet to come. ;-)
Why in the world would you stop posting about creepy dolls when your "friend" sent you such a wonderful example? There could be more to come....
Annette
I have something even creepier to share. My husband uses it in his classroom and the kids are terrified by it.
Wow now that is a creepy doll!
Beyond creepy. Terrifying. Disturbing. Shall I go on?
Ma cherie. I can't out-do you. I can barely keep up!
Fantastically creepy! I'd hide it in the back of a closet too.
We all have a "friend" like that. Always finding the great stuff... That doll reminds me of "mommy dearest" Joan Crawford!
Just HAD to mention and link your blog post with one on my blog www.pickersjournal.blogspot.com
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