Apparently I couldn’t sustain a week of pigs, which is kind of a surprise, so we’re going with farm girls. And what a farm girl. Sporting a bold dress that says “you there, on the back row? Hide your eye,” she is the belle of the barn-raising. Those dancing eyes, that…weirdly cadaverous nose. There’s a lot of talk about portraying women as two-dimensional characters, but not her. Her legs fold up.
I think I need to use this next shot as the banner art for thrifthorror 3.2. Gaze into those deep, deep eyes. See the iris try to escape and crawl into her eyebrow. Her cheeks, like two red, inflamed, boils. And, yes, I’m still at least 80% sure that’s a nose, because parenthesis face inward, not outward.
I wish I had this in my hands right now, because I’m wondering if she’s reversable. Like, you flip the hat, swivel her legs back, and suddenly she’s the wicked witch, or “Daphne” from Scooby Doo, but in an even more eye-mangling dress.
There will never be a thrift store find as cheerfully vacant as this one. This makes me sad, like a bad birthday round number. It’ll all be a gentle decline from now on.
Goodwill on Parmer and Metric, Austin