I present to you, dear readers, my most horrible creation yet (and my proudest achievement) – I’ve made a Halloween decoration that I’m actually afraid of. Behold, Little Ms. Frightmare:
I found an old Barbie styling head toy at Goodwill, something I’d been hoping to find since LAST YEAR, because the opportunity to take pretty, blonde little Barbie and turn her into the stuff of nightmares was too fantastic to pass up. For those unfamiliar with what this toy looked like before I got to her:
All it took to turn princess into possessed was paint, patience, some spray adhesive, and AGES of back-combing. The night I made this was a long one, it was well past midnight when I deemed her done. I set her on the bookcase in my living room to dry, then went to the kitchen to refresh my drink, then settle into some 30 Rock on Netflix to wind down for the night. When I turned the corner back into the living room, my eyes were drawn instantly to her empty, soulless gaze, and immediately my heart plummeted into my shoes. It was LOOKING at me. My knees went weak as I realized (too late!) that all my worst nightmares had come true, and my awful creation had come alive to eat my family. Of course, I then realized that it was just the angle, and I’m a moron. However, I am taking no chances, so until the day of our annual Halloween bash (nay, the very HOUR the guests will arrive), she is stored in the hall closet, facing the back wall. I’m still a little afraid to open that closet now though, which is terrible, because that’s where the extra towels and toilet paper are stored. I’m mostly afraid that Husband will have snuck into said closet at some point, and turned her facing out, so that the next time I go in there, I will promptly shit myself from fear. I’ve warned him not to do this under penalty of death, which was probably the best thing I could’ve done to encourage him.
Just a few more shots to give you the full effect:
She wants you to come and play… forever, and ever, and ever, and ever.
I think I just heard giggling coming from the closet. <shudder>