Last week, I was in an old warehouse that doubles as a storage unit for an antique dealer. In a box I saw Suzie, and I grabbed her head and looked at the price tag. Two bucks. Well worth it. I plopped 8 quarters into the box and hoped the dealer of antiques would find the money and understand the head was legally bought and not stolen.
The lens of my camera got all steamy for this shot. Now, it’s like the dream sequence in Grease when they sang Beauty School Drop Out. Very fitting. Her hair was a mess, and I should mention she has human hair. Don’t think it’s too gross, she has writing on her neck assuring me she is lice free. I sat with an entire bottle of revolting smelling strawberries and cream conditioner and a wide tooth comb for almost an hour getting those snarls out of her hair.