Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Welcome to this week's Way-Out Wednesday! As you may have noticed, I do love me some vintage creepy-ass dolls. Like, alot. I'm like a magnet to finding them, they call to me. It's a gift. Like I'm a goth girl, except, you know, without all the white face makeup, black lipstick, Joy Division tapes and journals filled with "no one knows me and the world is such a crap place" poetry. I hope you're not bored with the abundance of vintage dolls I've been posting about lately, it's just that I'm *so* in awe of them (read: terrified) and absolutely amazed that these ever made it to to production! Why, I have to know, WHY?!
So this week's visual A-bomb is not actually for sale. In fact, I found it over on Thrift Shop Horrors- a fun blog to read when you have down time. If you haven't seen it yet, well, it's nothing but entries from people who take pictures of strange shit they find in thrift stores. I will say that alot of the stuff they think is a "horror" I tend to covet, so to each his own. I'm not sure of it's vintage-ness and I certainly have never seen this doll before, so it's new to me. The doll in question below was found recently at a thrift store by one of the posters over there, so I hope it's cool I write about it here. If not, then too bad because I'm doing it anyway.
First, please read the disclaimer below so I don't get sued for wrongful death.
**If you have a bad heart, are currently pregnant, are on anti-psychotic meds, are under the age of 10 or over the age of 60, believe in God, have a tendency to get possessed and speak in tongues, have recently had a home perm, or think that mankind is whole-heartedly good: you should not go on. Back away, do not scroll down, go have a cup of chamomile tea, take a Valium and finish knitting that vodka bottle cozy for me. You have been warned. Enjoy!
Here she is, in all her glory! You know I love to spread sunshine and happiness:
I can't... I just...can't.
"Goo Goo Muck" but the Cramps.