She was an accident. I love my Bouffant women and my Dork Librarian women — combine the two often enough and, Question, what do you end up with?
Answer, something creeping towards Sarah Palin. She’s about two feet tall with those legs and that hair. I like the green glasses, and she has a dark bloody heart, and is that mouth curled up into a smile or a scowl?
Perhaps there is some business in this, maybe I’ll tote her around Pittsburgh with me until I rack up some orders, whether it be for little shrines or voodoo ceremonies. I’m just disturbed that I sat down to make a doll and out comes Sarah Palin. There is some Greek Drama in that.