Scary Dolls
I took these pix a week before Baltimoot and I am just now getting them uploaded. Part of moving into my parents' house involves clearing OUT their guest rooms, which never were our actual rooms as kids (b/c they built while we were in college) but which do house some of our childhood toys and books, etc. I went through all the books and packed up the young adults for later, and kept a few of the kids books out that I think Noah is ready or almost ready for. The rest are either getting donated or stored to make room for my own MINIMALIZED book collection.
Then there were the dolls. My Barbies are somewhere in a box - this is the DOLLS.
These are the ones I kept.
Lovable, happy, plush & rag dolls.
These are the ones I'm getting rid of, which even creeped me out as a child...
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These were both from my grandmother. The one on the left was from when she visited China or something. She crocheted the one on the right. I fricking hate clowns.
This one is an actual porcelain doll. Creepy! It was some sort of family heirloom. I don't know where it's going but it can't stay here!
Another clown. Clowns are scary, Moms. I don't know why but they are. Even scarier are clown dolls whose heads are made of foam covered w/paint and the paint starts cracking.
These weren't mine - these are something my mom acquired in the past 15 years. Buh bye.
Pillows on just the ottoman, never mind the guest beds. Not scary except re: quantity.
Another freaky porcelain doll.
Father Christmas is about 3 feet tall and never made it back into storage after Christmas, instead sitting in the back corner of the room. Staring. Happy Christmas in September!
I haven't even taken pix yet of the 2,531 teddy bears I stuffed into bags, or the scariest doll, which requires video and which ALWAYS scared the F*** out of me but I wasn't allowed to get rid of because... ready? The lady who gave it to me when I was born was gruesomely murdered. Yeah.
Then there were the dolls. My Barbies are somewhere in a box - this is the DOLLS.
These are the ones I kept.
Lovable, happy, plush & rag dolls.
These are the ones I'm getting rid of, which even creeped me out as a child...
.
These were both from my grandmother. The one on the left was from when she visited China or something. She crocheted the one on the right. I fricking hate clowns.
This one is an actual porcelain doll. Creepy! It was some sort of family heirloom. I don't know where it's going but it can't stay here!
Another clown. Clowns are scary, Moms. I don't know why but they are. Even scarier are clown dolls whose heads are made of foam covered w/paint and the paint starts cracking.
These weren't mine - these are something my mom acquired in the past 15 years. Buh bye.
Pillows on just the ottoman, never mind the guest beds. Not scary except re: quantity.
Another freaky porcelain doll.
Father Christmas is about 3 feet tall and never made it back into storage after Christmas, instead sitting in the back corner of the room. Staring. Happy Christmas in September!
I haven't even taken pix yet of the 2,531 teddy bears I stuffed into bags, or the scariest doll, which requires video and which ALWAYS scared the F*** out of me but I wasn't allowed to get rid of because... ready? The lady who gave it to me when I was born was gruesomely murdered. Yeah.