
...and I discovered some new victims...er...I mean
dolls I bought at the thrift store a while ago.
This Barbie cost me an entire dollar. Why did I buy her? (Yes, I
can hear you asking.) Well, because she bends at the knees and elbows, of course.

And some one has already cut off all her hair, so I know she would have been in the thrift store doll box a long, long, time. When I bought her, the lady at the counter gave me a weird look and said (to the doll), "Poor thing."

I have issues with Barbie. It's because of her that I had unrealistic expectations concerning my body. Let me tell you, it was a shock to grow up and not have a 9 inch waist and a 40 inch bust.
For that matter, Ken sure took his sweet time. So the
least I can do is give Barbie a slight makeover, right? He he.
Now some would argue that these 3 little dolls are cute. I don't happen to agree. I think they are already pretty creepy. I paid 75 cents for the 3 of them. They aren't good toys for kids, so I think I am doing the world a favor by giving them a holiday makeover (Come on, guess which holiday!).


Igor agrees.
So things are a little busy down here in the lab. I have lots of new work to post, but tomorrow is high school graduation for Pat, where we will sit in the sun and bake like clams. Actually, we will steam like clams.
I wanted to end this post on a happy note, so here are some flowers from my DH.
Now I've got to go. Igor is putting seasoning salt on the dolls. That's never a good sign.