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.