I’m secretive about this, either out of shame or superstition. Both are stupid reasons, so I’m ignoring them to bring you this surely all too normal (thus the shame) tendency I have to collect ways of making sure my kid isn’t like everybody else. You know what I mean. Even on vacation in the Netherlands, I rabidly photographed these rancid, dour dolls with the intention of filling the nursery with something similar…
The bat is my favorite. I might make a whole bat family to accompany a fleet of squids in the crib. This will be the best part… on some days, apparently. Anyway, it’s good to get used to shifty-eyed expressions early, and not to give a flying fuck.
At your house, as well as in Hollywood, Alien Creatures, bats and Barrymores are likely to be found among stuffed animals in the closet. Is there a problem with that? Not in my mind.
I’ve seen those sorts of stuffed animals at The Green Apple Bookstore and around the Clement Street area here in the city – so at the very least you don’t need to make a trip to the Netherlands. Also… I have a sewing machine and felt work is always fun to do.