When real things happen to imaginary people

Guess what I've spent all day doing?

Yes, playing with my new doll. I ... don't think the Stroppy One quite realized the level of crazy finally getting a gothy-goth doll of my own would unleash. You would think he would have realized this, considering clovisdvlbunny's presence in our lives, but no. He didn't.

(To be honest, clovisdvlbunny is not one for accumulating clothes. He likes getting new bow-ties occasionally, but would much rather have minions and a zombie army. Which means that the full strength of my "Oooooh, doll! Doll clothes and accessories!" madness might not have been easy to gauge.)



( Come, join me in this mild insanity. Really, it's fun! )

I am giddy with delight over having Lucretia in my life. clovisdvlbunny is thrilled that there is a gothygirl that he is bigger than, and thus thinks that he'll be able to boss her around. That's going to be interesting to watch.

Now, back to finding more accessories for her. A real quote from our house today: "Ooooh! My mini glow-in-the-dark crow skull is the right size for her hands!"