Okay, this post could not be me MORE unrelated to anything that I do, or possibly, anything that you're interested in, but, BUT - I had to share these with all of you.
You know, like when you get an earworm and the only way to get rid of it is to sing it someone else? Like that.
You see, I'm terrified (TERRIFIED) of ventriloquist's dummies. I once ran wildly into four lanes of traffic in order to escape two women who were walking down the street, in the business section of our fair city...
(not in some hidden-from-view-secret-place-where-scary-people-and-their-toys live), walking along, like, having a conversation between themselves and the entity-of-evil one of them was holding.
Walking along, like their behaviour, was normal, like the terrifying thing with them was normal, like THEY (supposedly) were normal.
Anyway, I too was walking along, enjoying the sunny day, glanced over, and promptly ran into six lanes of traffic to get away from them. The only reason I survived, I'm sure, is because I didn't actually run but rather, flew across that street.
I was still shaking by the time I got back to the office.
And NOW do you see why they're so terrifying? THESE ARE THEIR TRUE FACES.
Let's all send collective blessings to my "friend", who thought it would be funny to garner these vintage images from the shadowy recesses of the interwebs and send them to me!
And believe it or not, I may have to do a quilt series on these in order to exorcize the fear. (Some day, when I'm brave enough to be alone with these images!)
In the meantime, have a nice weekend!
(Back to normal posting on Monday, promise, promise!)
You know, like when you get an earworm and the only way to get rid of it is to sing it someone else? Like that.
You see, I'm terrified (TERRIFIED) of ventriloquist's dummies. I once ran wildly into four lanes of traffic in order to escape two women who were walking down the street, in the business section of our fair city...
(not in some hidden-from-view-secret-place-where-scary-people-and-their-toys live), walking along, like, having a conversation between themselves and the entity-of-evil one of them was holding.
Walking along, like their behaviour, was normal, like the terrifying thing with them was normal, like THEY (supposedly) were normal.
Anyway, I too was walking along, enjoying the sunny day, glanced over, and promptly ran into six lanes of traffic to get away from them. The only reason I survived, I'm sure, is because I didn't actually run but rather, flew across that street.
I was still shaking by the time I got back to the office.
And NOW do you see why they're so terrifying? THESE ARE THEIR TRUE FACES.
Let's all send collective blessings to my "friend", who thought it would be funny to garner these vintage images from the shadowy recesses of the interwebs and send them to me!
And believe it or not, I may have to do a quilt series on these in order to exorcize the fear. (Some day, when I'm brave enough to be alone with these images!)
In the meantime, have a nice weekend!
(Back to normal posting on Monday, promise, promise!)




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