I visited this ruby-lipped lady three separate times in an antique store before her charm became irresistible and I bought her. I'm not sure what her story is— is she a fine art sculpture, or was she once a department store model for bathing caps or wigs? Beats me, but she is so lovely I had to have her. She will reside in the dining room, which is getting fancier (or by some definitions, crazier) by the minute. You'll see in a couple weeks.
P.S. If you ever wonder why there are pens in lots of my pictures, it's my attempt at indicating scale.