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 