I'm getting the freaks even looking for a picture now! When I was a girl, I had many of these porceline music dolls. They were set up on my dresser and desk looking down on me as I lay in bed. They had those old twisting keys and a music box in the base: she would spin to the music of 'brahm's lullaby' or 'love story'. In the half light it looked like her eyes were staring at me, and like she could slowwwwly move off her base and come crawl into bed with me.
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I always imagined she would stand on my chest and stare me in the eyes. So creepy!
Yet, I had a fascination with the girls and wouldn't take them down. Some strange fascination with the old mechanical toys. I was obsessed with that stuff: musicmakers, lockboxes, keys, secret tunnels, etc.
There is nothing to describe the feel of those things either. I remember one had a cloth face and painted features. I scratched out her eyes at some point, and that freaked me out even worse!
I didn't have any clowns: but isn't that sick?! ughghgg