When real things happen to imaginary people

Today was a day of feeling like utter crap. Fatigue, pain, general ick. So I spent most of it on the couch, watching movies and playing with the doll I was given for my birthday!

( Photos under a cut, so people who don't like dolls can scroll on by )

I added pink streaks to her hair, made her an ankh necklace (this is why I keep random earrings that I've lost the mate to), and discovered that some of the clothes belonging to Lucretia Evangeline fit Mini Jilli. Now I need to start searching thrift stores for appropriately-sized furniture for her!

After a bit of research, it looks like clothing designed for MSD dolls will fit her fairly well. Something for me to keep in mind when I have spending money again!

I have been given an astonishing gift to start out the year. Meg Creelman (@MargretheRavn on Twitter) sent me a doll made by the incomparable Wendy Froud.

This is Little Sister:



She’s wonderful and I’m taking her presence in my life as a sign that 2012 is going to be a good year.

Lucretia Evngeline shows the Attic Armoire to her young cousin. Draculaura is giddy at the sight of So. Many. Ruffles!

(Thank you again to everyone who helped surprise me with the Evangeline Ghastly doll in Christmas '09, and thank you to the Stroppy One and the Infamous BlueJay, who decided that Lucretia Evangeline really needed the armoire. Wheee, dolls!)


(I have a finally-starting-to-subsided sinus migraine. Playing with dolls was soothing.)

Other stuff first: why had no one told me that Living Dead Dolls had done a Beetlejuice doll? (clicky-link!) C'mon, people! I discovered it thanks to Tumblr and Twitter, and the Amazon munchkins delivered mine today. I wonder what Lucretia Evangeline will think of him? (Probably be terribly confused.)

I am working from home again today (sleep issues, whee). One of life's simple pleasures? Brewing herbal tea containing catmint, and watching all three of the cats get Very Excited.

Shallow Fashion Pondering: I don't know what the other "fast fashion" mainstream stores (like Forever 21 and so on) are offering right now, but let me tell you: H+M and Target have set the Wayback Machine to 1984. Mini skirts with layers of drapey mesh ruffles, lace leggings, lace-trimmed bike shorts, little cropped jackets, oversized tunics (some in lace) to wear over leggings, necklaces that are tangles of costume pearls and chains ...

I'm not kidding. I looked around the offerings in the Target Misses/Juniors department, and spotted at least 3 items I wore regularly in 1984-85. Which means that all of those confused babybats writing to GCS asking where to find gothy clothing because their parents won't let them shop at Hot Topic? Just need some instruction on how to browse the racks and combine things.

(In fact, I'm idly thinking of creating a couple of Polyvore sets that are made up of items from basic mainstream stores, just to have some visual examples for the babybats. Hmmm ...)

Mattel has started making dolls that are cute girl monsters. Monster High! (clicky-link to the Mattel site for them!)

They're ADORABLE. Let me direct your attention to Draculaura. (clicky-link!) She's a vampire. With long, straight black hair (with pink streaks!), who wears black and pink, carries a black and pink parasol, and has a pet bat.

::blinks a lot, then makes flailyhands of glee::

The Stroppy One, when I showed the Monster High dolls to him, agreed that they were very cute, but felt that the people who make the Bleeding Edge Goth dolls should feel a little ripped off. He's ... not wrong. (However, I think I like the face sculpt on the Monster High dolls better than the BE Goth dolls.)

To sum up: VAMPIRE DOLLY THAT IS DRESSED IN PINK AND BLACK AND COMES WITH A PARASOL. Ahem.

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Yes, there will be SFD photos later today, if I can sweet-talk mauraanderson into wielding the iPhone camera for me.

I slept for almost 12 hours, and it was glorious. No so fun were the hallucinations when I got up to toddle off to the bathroom; from what I remember, the room was swaying, the dresser drawers were opening and closing while laughing, and my skirts kept flocking together and whispering above my head. This is what Ambien occasionally does to me. Thank goodness the Stroppy One made me close my eyes and walked me back to bed. Which I have only vague recollections of.

(I took the Ambien to make sure that I fell asleep. I have had too many experiences of being falling-over tired, and yet not being able to sleep. I didn't want to have the slightest risk of that last night, obviously.)

Job interview today! For a 3-month contract back at the Very Large Software Company. So, not the best possible thing ever, but hey, gainful employment sounds attractive. Very attractive.

Ooooh, dolls. Specifically, the Evangeline Ghastly doll from Wilde Imagination (yes yes, clicky-link!). I do not need that sort of hobby, I cannot afford that sort of hobby. But I occasionally go look at the website and stare at the pretty pretty doll and her astonishing wardrobe. And covet. Oh, the coveting.

(Okay, fine, I also send clicky-links of certain outfits to the Infamous BlueJay, asking if they can be made in Cupcake Goth -scale. What? That can't be a surprise to you.)

I like dolls, and doll miniatures. Really, if I were an independently wealthy eccentric (instead of a job-hunting eccentric), I would have a collection of pretty dolls and accessories, and yes, do photo stories with them. Because I am that sort of person.

(And from the other room, I can hear clovisdvlbunny clamoring about updating his journal, because marc17 took good photos of cute bunny, cute bunny must show them off! Yes, Clovis. Soon.)

Okay, off I go to make more tea, and start getting ready for the job interview. Must stop looking at photos of dolls.