Being a collector of stuffed animals and all manner of twelve-inch dolls and action figures, I often find myself staring into painted eyes. What do they see when they look back at me?
I am kind and caring when I deal with dolls. I handle them carefully because wear and tear reduce their value. I am guilty, however, of all kinds of crimes of fashion visited on defenseless Barbie dolls and G.I. Joes. I have a pile of naked Goodwill Barbies, some missing limbs, some missing heads… I use them all for replacement parts. I dress figures in anything and everything that I have available. It results in some very embarrassing costumes.
What would happen if they were given a chance to do to me what I have done with them? Such thoughts led me to the somewhat creepy Paffooney that I’m posting today. I certain some dolls would very much like to decide how to use my arms, or put a dress with big red hearts on it upon me whether it fits or not. Of course, I used a girl who might play with dolls as the subject of the picture. You wouldn’t want to see a partially naked fat old man with white beard and lots of hair. Believe me, you wouldn’t.
Catch a Falling Star 
Yeah, I’d probably pass on that idea.
At least you dress your Barbies. My ten year old granddaughter prefer her Barbie’s in the bare. So I’m pretty sure they don’t mind what clothing you put on them as long as their nakedness isn’t exposed.
The dismembered ones are a grisly stack of bare bodies.