Playing With Dolls.

Punk & I have been playing with dolls today – I got my first ever Blythe yesterday (Isis, look away now) and am officially in dolly love. She’s not even my ‘first choice’ girl – she is STILL on lay-by, but oh my she is lovely, and so much better than my fakie basaak in so many ways… so I gave her (the fakie) to Le Punk, who, in the course of an afternoon, managed to ‘scalp’ her three times, pull of a leg, frizz up her hair & cover in chocolate chip muffin. Quite obviously, she is adored.

As is my girl, just a bit more… sedately.

I have named her ‘Vida’ after the main female character in my favourite Richard Brautigan novel, she is a ‘Milky Way Sugar’ Blythe, which reminded me of another of Richard Brautigan’s novels ‘Watermelon Sugar’, so, I mean, of course I’d name her something from a different book entirely….

Her gorgeous ensemble above was a gift from an old friend, who I am now convinced has some sort of sixth-fashion-sense, because a more perfect dress for Vida I cannot imagine…

…and the ‘phase’ has only gotten stronger. It is actually quite hard to explain… not to anybody else that likes Blythe, they already ‘get it’, but to someone who wonders what the sudden attraction to a somewhat unconventional looking doll (or any doll for that matter) could possibly be for a grown woman… and I’m sure more than one of you reading this is asking yourself that…

…and honestly… I don’t know what to tell you, except that playing with this thing today has been really, really fun…!

My Creative Space.

What do you know – I’ve actually been ‘doing stuff’ this week! Trouble is, the main thing I’ve been ‘doing’ is painting things in the play/craft room, and I have no pictures… if you think I’m trudging out there in the cold in my PJs you have another thing coming.

The other thing I’ve been doing, or at least, did last night, was some work on a fakie Blythe that came in the mail, she’s a clone called a Basaak & actually the reason I’ve got a hankering for a proper Blythe.

She’s really pretty great, much better quality than I was expecting, like I was going to reroot her hair but I like it as it is, so I have contented myself with customising (*coughs*wrecking*coughs*) her face. It’s all good except for her lips… but you can only see the horror close up. On one hand I’m glad I tried this with a fakie & not a proper doll, on the other I am cursing myself ‘cause I quite like the fakie…

Oh well.

What’s Kirsty up to this week, do you think? Go see, & share your space while you’re at it!

Officially entering a new phase…

…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.

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