Little Moulin hoped to grow up and become a cabaret dancer. While she never did get to grow up she did, in fact, become a legendary dancer. Late at night in the cemetery you might spot her dancing on top of graves, rousing even the most crusty of corpses with her moves. Moulin loves all kinds of music, but her favorite sounds are made by the whistling wind, the crunching of leaves and the ‘ clack, clack, clack’ of a bone tapping against stone.
Meet Moulin this weekend at Atomic Holiday Bazaar. I’ll also have my finger puppets, GingerDead Greetings and prints and of course lots of illustrated jewelry. Hope to see you there!