Creepy Is In The Eye Of The Beholder

The Pony was horrified by this crafty little woman that we found while cleaning stuff out of my old bedroom at Mom's house.

I don't see what there is to get all creeped out about. He says it looks like a head sprouting a bunch of tentacles. I think it looks like an egg on top of lots of spaghetti. I guess this could illustrate the true meaning of the expression spaghetti arms.

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!

Yeah. Imagine that you're asleep in the basement recliner, and THIS comes down the stairs and startles you awake. Auction mask purchased by Farmer H plus impish nature of The Pony nearly equals cardiac arrest in Mrs. Hillbilly Mom. It's been years now, but I experience a sharp intake of breath when I see this picture, like a lady with a face like a frying pan and big wall of hair sneaking a peek at a breathtaking infant.

Sweet dreams!