The Pony was horrified by this crafty little woman that we found while cleaning stuff out of my old bedroom at Mom's house.
Let the record show that this was NOT a belonging of Little Future Mrs. Hillbilly Mom. No. My mom took over my old bedroom for her craft stuff. She liked to cross stitch and make crocheted buttony ends for kitchen towels. I don't know what she was planning with all the wicker baskets piled on my bed, but she could have supplied every kid with one at the White House Easter Egg Roll.
No, that dolly was not at all creepy for me. But THIS was!