Vintage View: Half-dolls

I won’t lie, and I have revealed myself before on this topic. I find dolls and overly cutesy human figurines deeply creepy. 

I expect them to blink behind that blinding glaze, skid by supernatural means across the shelf, and attack me by night in stiff-jointed gangs, their tiny balled little fists hammering me senseless.

I do however have a few legless, less threatening exceptions tucked into a drawer — one of my first buys in antique anything that was not furniture.