When I first encountered Butterick 4149, all I could focus on was that doll. It left me speechless, breathless and everything in between:
Look at its freakishly long arms and legs, its blank-eyed expression and its stringy stringy hair. It's ghastly! The hairline is receding! Its hand is shaped like a dog bone! It's the stuff of nightmares and horror movies.
But on a second look, the little girl holding the doll is much much scarier. Towheaded little Buffy looks so sweet, so innocent...yet don't you think she's in the process of slamming that doll facefirst into the ground? The doll's limbs are in motion because Buffy there is bashing its little cotton brains out on the rocks, a sweet smile on her face the whole time.
Speaking of little girls up to no good, how about these two in Simplicity 4880?
I don't know what Checks is hiding behind her back -- a tortured cat? a lethal combination of cyanide and Coca Cola? -- but I know that she and Blue are Up To No Good. Those innocent looks don't fool me.
Finally, meet the sweet little girls of Vogue 2867:
So ladylike! So patrician! So Upper East Side with their painting and tea party settings and contemplation of tulips!
I'm sorry, but someone needs to let these children play in the mud, pronto. Otherwise they are going to hit puberty and EXPLODE.