Haunted Baby Dolls
So it’s that time of year again! That time where one thinks of blood, zombies, and horrible monsters. Or at least in our house, it’s in overdrive. We have been slow to do much to prep for Halloween. I am simply just too tired this year to spend 3 or 4 months prepping for it. But at last minute, I got inspired.
On the road home from the orchard, I was struck with the idea to go to Goodwill and look for some dolls. I don’t know about y’all but we have an Outlet center located around the side of our biggest Retail store in town. I love checking the Outlet center because sometimes you walk away with an amazing find for just a dollar.
The eldest and I went to Goodwill after dropping the younger two, with the apples and pumpkin, at the house. We then sped off to the Goodwill. Initially the eldest complained about being too tired to walk. Until we dug through bin after bin. We got excited and would shout “LOOK! A BARBIE WITH RIPPED KNEE!” or “OMG this is the UGLIEST doll ever. MUST HAVE!”. People began to stare at us quite hard. I am fairly certain they were scared.
Overall we got about 20+ dolls. If you don’t have one of the Outlet Centers, how it works is you put your cart onto a scale and you pay $1.10 per lb. All those dolls cost me $13!
When we got home we set about decapitating and dismembering. Some dolls we kept intact because they were just creepy looking on their own LOL! After that we plotted out what we wanted to do.
In honor of Vlad the Impaler, we stuck some on bamboo kebab skewers that line the fence near our gate. Some we bloodied up, others we didn’t.
The eldest found satisfaction in gouging out eyeballs and pounding nails into the dolls. More than once I gagged as she nailed an eyeball or went up the nose. It really was gross.
This is one of my favorites. She wasn’t too creepy until I splatter blood on her. We used some of the Kmart Bucket of Blood and poured it onto a wide paint brush. Then I would slap the paint brush with my hand and create the splatter. Sometimes I missed and hit the fence. Oh well, when the rain comes it will work out fine LOL!
Although middle DD was on burn duty (she burned body parts for our Body Mobile), she enjoyed bloodying up a doll herself.
This one is one of my favorites. A bit of blood in the hair and out of the orifices really brings out her creepiness. We named her Creepy Sleepy because of her sleepy looking eyes.
Besides having doll heads lining the fence by our gate, we put full bodied dolls on our fence to hang out. Initially I didn’t think it looked too creepy until a cyclist came by and congratulated me on my gruesomeness. Just a bit ago it got dark and we went outside and it really does look creepy.
The best thing about these dolls are the inexpensive option. Hitting up friends for broken dolls, yard sales, and Goodwill can garnish you some great finds for very little. You don’t even have to use blood. Many people are bothered by dolls when they are in their normal state. Taking apart the dolls is very fun though! Using scissors, screwdrivers, nails, lighters, and a hammer can get you some great results. Just use your imagination!
Look for my Body Parts Mobile post. I will show you what we did with all the burnt body parts the middle child created for us.
I am taken back by your devotion and time spent to decorate your home for Halloween with such symbols of death and torture. Is it not true that those things that we dedicate our attention and effort to must be of importance to us? Have you considered why this is important to you and if it is healthy?
In Christ,
Kelly
It’s important to me that my children embrace a good time. I have loved Halloween since I was a small child and I now live in a society who assumes that Halloween is somehow linked to a “Devil”. I would rather my children enjoy the time. Besides Halloween and all of it’s commercialized glory, we celebrate Death at this time of year. It is something to be revered. It’s a rite of passage. It’s not something to be feared. It is inevitable. We take the time to honor those who came before us, because without them I would have never came to be. Without honoring the hard times they faced, I would not have what I have now.
It’s a matter of perspective. One could question how on earth a Christian would wear a symbol of death and torture (the cross)? It’s a bit hypocritical to be taken aback by my devotion when your very symbol is a horrible torturous death.