"I feel the room swayin' While the band's playin'...."

Well....

This post contains ALL kinds of creepy.  On our Friday Adventure Day, Pappy, Mara and I (and occasionally Emily), spend an (over)abundant amount of time "thrifting" - and there is a plethora of odd things to find at a thrift store.  (I know this because I usually buy them.)  One type of object, which sadly seems to be dispatched to these dumping grounds, is baby dolls.  Lots and lots and LOTS of baby dolls...in all shapes and sizes and conditions.

I mean, the stuff of my nightmares.

You see, growing up, my mom had this terrible, horrible, ugly, grotesque, horrid, hideous....well you get the picture...baby doll named Kathleen.  Not one of those cutsie little newborn ones, Kathleen was a ginormous 3 feet tall.  And she scared the bejesus outta me.  I mean absolutely terrified me (which, when my brothers figured this out, employed her in ALL types of horrifying acts of terrorism) to the degree at which I wouldn't go in the closet where she was kept.  At some point, Kathleen lost her pate of glorious (UGH) long, blonde locks....and an arm - just to make her even MORE delightful.  She also had eyes that opened and closed when you laid her down....but by the time she "blew her lid" they were winky - one eye opened and one eye closed...like some freaking drunk.  Sometime, during my late teens, Kathleen seemed to have just disappeared...there may or may not have been some ritualistic dancing...

Everything perished - er VANISHED - except her stubby little arm.  Holy crap...I wonder where that thing is!

Well...

I digress.  On our thrifting forays, I happened upon these beauties....in all of their glory.  Of course, they needed to have their portraits made.

I'm not exactly sure where this young lady hails from...but get a load of those eyes!

These charmers were living at the Goodwill on Etse Avenue, over by Winton Terrace.  They have an enormous section of shelves dedicated to the comfort of these castaways...wonder why...

These duchesses were hanging out at Valley Thrift in Fairfield...one of my favorite places to shop (and Jungle Jim's being right down the street doesn't detract from the trek)...

Now...I know I shouldn't be mean (hahahaha!!  Have ya met me??) but this lady requires an intervention.

JUST SAY NO!

Please?

I think she may have seen one too many Bette Davis motion pictures.

(Holy. Shit.)

She spoke to me - well AT me - last week when we were up there.  At first, I wasn't sure if she was addressing me, and when I turned around, YIKES, I was rendered speechless.  Me!

I hope I said, "Thank you."

(Me being polite and all...)

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