Lest you think I've totally gone off the deep end, I did pick up a few other things at the estate sale this weekend. Things that didn't have scary rubbery faces, or flea-infested fur.
Instead, they were crackled.
Gloriously, fabulously crackled.
What is it about some old crackly porcelain that sets my heart racing?
I really find it quite spectacular.
Also got this neat fishing guy photo. Which is going into my Etsy shop, since it's not crackly enough for my tastes.