This is a plastic, slightly squishy, cupie doll from . . . the 1950s? . . . that floats to the surface in our stuff once in a while. She's Fiskars-scissors orange in real life.
The high ridge along the top of her head is the molder's indication of hair. Early mohawk.
Practice with direct brush drawing on Aquabee superdeluxe.
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Those things are creepy, creepy critters. And yet somehow endearing.
Not unlike certain of my family members, now that I think of it.
My daughter always says this thing is scary, too. I never cared for dolls, but don't have a negative reaction except for the weird head bump. It's hiding the alien antenna!
My grandparents used to have these... things. Sort of rectangular pillows, larger than bedsize but smaller than floor pillows, covered in '70s-style blue/green shag rug, with enormous felt eyes and tiny little arms and legs attached. They called each one a Bippy. Those things scared the bejeezus out of me, and I have no idea why. Something about the eye of the beholder, I suppose.
I think the Kewpie dolls creep me out more because of the combination intense stare and outreached arms. They're coming to latch onto your face, and they're going to hold eye contact so you don't notice them sneaking up...
Well. Apparently someone has an overactive imagination this morning.
We-ell, rather like a psychiatric patient? I leave it to you to choose which ones have that needy intense stare, which ones are determined to latch on. :-)
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