Baby

Baby

FIMO
fabric and lace
Tibetan lamb hair


Some crap poetry

Clay baby girl had a hard early life
Cause she was burned in a vicious hoven
Then had to plead to avoid the big knife
Which all seemed a very bad omen.

She remembers the heat she was born in
That she bears now in her flaming red hair
And loves to expose her delicate skin
Whenever she bathes in the spring air.

Acrylic and lace, and a pretty face,
Enigmatic smile, almond shape green eyes,
Here she crawls on all fours at her lil'pace
To find her Teddy wherever he hides.