…or fad. Or obsession. God only knows why I get like this… and I ALWAYS get like this…
I have a new “thing” and this thing is Blythe. My last thing was knitting (yeah… that lasted… glad I didn’t go buying huge hanks of hand spun yarn or anything…), before that I had a brief flirtation with Artist Trading Cards, making hats (pipe dreams of making my fortune via Etsy, if only I hadn’t spent more time designing banners & picking labels than making actual hats…), there was my LUSH obsession some time ago, and I went MAD for perfume oils from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. When I was vegan I was obsessed with new cookbooks & weird things like vegan marshmallows shipped from America… I could go on but I’m sure your head is already spinning..
Point is, it’s happened again.
And as much as I KNOW this is a phase, and that I will be over it sooner rather than later, that hasn’t stopped me from mooning over pretty dolls & wandering about in forums, or… starting to pay off a very special doll that spoke to me. SPOKE TO ME I TELL YOU (She’s none of these though – she’s a surprise…).
What she will be saying in three months when I dust her off & send her to EBay probably won’t be as nice, but I can’t help myself… I just… can’t.
Do you have weird obsessions like me too or am I seriously on my own here…?
I’m not talking about proper hobbies or likes – if you actually collect Blythe & have lots & have done for years then that’s your “thing” & it’s not a phase at all, but if you go “Oh, I’m so going to be a Roller Derby Girl” & kit yourself out in all the bizzo & buy new skates with flames up the sides & wear a shirt that says “Fresh Meat” or something & then get over it after a bit of a scoot around the kitchen because you’ve decided that you’d rather start oil painting… well…
I get you.