This poor guy has nowhere to go. He’s from the 1940’s and very fragile (aren’t we all? – fragile that is, not from the 1940’s). He currently serves as a way for one sister to scare another by using him as a sort of mask, but that sort of behavior is not condoned around here (not so much because we’re against sisters scaring each other, but because he’s going to fall apart if they keep doing that with him).
He’s my last-minute participation for December 2 of the December Photo Project.
Half-Pint House 
there you go talking about masks from the 40’s…i was afraid you were going to go on about the evils of wearing masks…but you didn’t. what a relief:)
cool photo! m
ps. hope the project is done and in the mail. hope you get to celebrate too. m
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That cracks me up about your daughters scaring each other. One of my brothers owned an old man mask when we were kids and the mask, on its own, had a gentle spirit. However, when we put it on and pinned the others down, attempting to kiss them, the old man face became kind of terrifying! Funny memories.
Two cheers for finishing your project. I hope you get a nap, and perhaps a glass of champagne before bed.
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there you go talking about masks from the 40’s…i was afraid you were going to go on about the evils of wearing masks…but you didn’t. what a relief:)
cool photo! m
ps. hope the project is done and in the mail. hope you get to celebrate too. m
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That cracks me up about your daughters scaring each other. One of my brothers owned an old man mask when we were kids and the mask, on its own, had a gentle spirit. However, when we put it on and pinned the others down, attempting to kiss them, the old man face became kind of terrifying! Funny memories.
Two cheers for finishing your project. I hope you get a nap, and perhaps a glass of champagne before bed.
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