The Pink Face – Tongue Out Monster
More simple faces, more tongue! Though I gave into mouthpiece-ear-limb temptations. And then there’s the plaid, rescued from a Cape Cod skirt, to go with the pink bathrobe that has gone into the tongue.
More simple faces, more tongue! Though I gave into mouthpiece-ear-limb temptations. And then there’s the plaid, rescued from a Cape Cod skirt, to go with the pink bathrobe that has gone into the tongue.
This is one of my first dolls ever, my first monster. He’s from Mairead’s clothes, a red hoodie, a green-pink t-shirt, and some green sweater from Uncle Karl. Very red, very bouncy, a permanent resident of Pittsburgh.
He is another reconfigured veteran — one of the first monsters I ever made, given some recent adjustments and surgery — most importantly a brand new red heart on his purple belly. He is friends with Harry Potter, he likes his Coonskin cap, and he’s studying Hungarian.
And he’s in his natural habitat: THE PHD BEDROOM!
I made him in Belfast, and endowed him to Julia, who endowed him to Mairead. I think he is my favorite monster ever! He was born (like so many other monsters) out of the sad but bountiful Lost & Found drawer of Queen’s Film Theatre. Someone in the city of Belfast left behind a red and purple furry-fuzzy scarf, and never came back to claim it (for 7 weeks at least), so a monster was necessary to give it back some purpose.