I like antique stores. I really do. Because every once in awhile, you find something so freaking weird it just defies explanation.

<--Like this thing. It's a mold of a girl's head. Or a doll, maybe--since there's hair. Pretty big doll, too. Life sized. My head would have fit in that mold almost. And no, I didn't try it to make sure. But I'll forgive you for thinking I might have done it.

I’ll just out myself right here for thinking one doll is sweet–a room full of them is flat out creepy. The eyes follow you. I swear they do.

And can I also tell you that I was tempted to buy it? I could plant pumpkins and put one in that mold to grow. One of those white varieties. How creepy would that be come Halloween?