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.
