It’s pretty obvious that this horror mask was made by the Etsy seller’s kid. Notice the lumpiness. The unevenness. The general tale of tiny hands working in a big person’s medium. It drips. It oozes. Tis the buyer who loses.
Such drippy blue eyes. Such melting pink lips. The steady and gentle ebb of green boogers cascading down around the side of the mouth, lips parted as if contemplating a taste. Yes, this mask is a tale of woe. A tale of eww. A tale of me. A tale of you. For who hasn’t yearned to taste boogers?
“Take your kid to work day” may not be a good idea if your work is selling on Etsy.