The Misadventures of Miss Creepyton

About an hour south of Buffalo lies a cute little village- or community, if you will, called Lilydale. The really awesome thing about Lilydale is that it is actually a Spiritualist community. In order to reside in the Lilydale Assembly, you must be a Registered Medium. Kinda cool, yeah?!

I've gone to Lilydale for psychic readings a number of times. Take for it what you will, but I find the whole "psychic" thing intriguing, to say the least. Also, I consider myself a pretty spiritual person, but I am so not going there right now.

A few years ago, when I was making one of my trips out to Lilydale for a well overdue reading, I noticed a yard sale occurring at one of the fellow Medium's houses. Now, obviously I have to go to this yard sale, right? I mean, c'mon- a yard sale at a Medium's house? I'd buy something there just for shock value! And I did. I bought a random blanket, a totally worn-out book, "The Game of Life and How to Play It," by Florence Scovel Shinn (totally badass name, by the way),... and a really, really, creepy looking doll.

This not-so-adorable looking doll has traveled with me to two different apartments in New York. In both apartments, my roommates weren't exactly keen on this doll being in public display. Now, next week, I will be moving to Brooklyn and, I am sorry to say, Little Miss Creepy Doll will not be joining me.

It's been real, muchacha. But I'm sure you're not very happy living in one of my dresser drawers anyway.

Come one, come all, to the Ludlow Street free wall, if you'd like to own this not-so-cutesy-but-still-pretty-intriguing-yes-you-have-to-admit little treasure.

 

Ugh... and what is with those hands? Creepy as shit, doll (pun intended)!