I have had a fascination with pareidolia for a very long time.
I've always giggled at chairs with exuberant faces:
Washing machines who've been through the heavy duty cycle one too many times:
And mops who have had quite enough of cleaning up vomit and various other forms of sludge:
But today. Today, my friends, I saw with my own eyes, in my own bedroom, a form of pareidolia I have never before seen. Horse-boot face. Behold:
And thus, I may die happy.
EXCITING UPDATE. She has been named....