Hi, Neighbors! Don't mind us! We're just TEATHERED* to the balcony here and slathered in acne cream. *we get earthquakes. I figured it's best to tie them for their protection. I dressed them because I rationalized that seeing naked dolls would be more upsetting for my neighborhood. These girls need sunlight to clean their face-stains. … Continue reading Who is the gaijin in your neighborhood?
Right now it's hard to prioritize things. I get home and everything shouts for attention: my bed, my need for nourishing food, my need to make that food, my crafts, the things I need to do for dance and the studio... Before I know it it's past my bedtime, way past, and I feel like … Continue reading New Hands Are Here!
Meet Princess Melody, the daughter of Ariel and Erik. That there is all I know about Melody. Gina's daughter knows more. She loves Melody. This is how I pay for the 15 dolls Gina sent me. Melody gets made. From Gina, re: which doll gets Melodied and is she planning to wig or reroot: I … Continue reading Starting Melody
I thought the 17" (38cm) Frightfully Tall Ghoul line of Monster High dolls were the tallest Monster High dolls. I was wrong. I am new to dolls and much of what I know comes from getting a doll that's been through some rough time and then Googling to figure out WTF I have. I know … Continue reading Monster High Gore-geous Ghoul Beast Freaky Friend: Sally
Ariel's hair abides. It's magical. I don't know chemically or structurally what makes her red Disney Animator Doll hair so impervious to abuse but I am thankful for it. It doesn't suffer the frizzled bent shape that plagues other matted colors. It bounces back. You soak, untangle, and go. Here are two from the box … Continue reading BoxDoll: Ariel’s Blessed Hair.
What am I doing to relax now that the giant box of dolls has come to live with me ? Oh, some days when I get home I’m just turning on Netflix, pinning a doll between my knees so she won’t struggle, and then dividing her hair (after hours of soaking in liquid fabric softener, … Continue reading BoxDoll: The hair.
"Oh, my apartment is full of dolls. They are waiting for me to come home.” I told a dance student I was giving a private lesson to. “What’s new?” You ask. I don’t think you understand. There’s been a major leap in dolls. Big dolls. Thanks, Gina. Gina and I first met on LJ, back … Continue reading When the dolls come for you. Boxdolls
My Sadness has tiny little feet. She falls over easily. 100¥ shop time! I bought cork coasters, a set of adhesive felt squares and (not shown) a wooden dowel. I then glued two coasters together and drilled a hole slightly narrower than the wooden dowel. You could easily cut a hole with an X-acto razor. … Continue reading Sadness stands
Last night a friend messaged me to catch up and to let me know he’s read this blog and...”crikey, dolls creep me out!” Accurate. My humor thrives on discomfort. I’m a cuddly creep, it’s how I get past your guard. “I was looking and thinking ‘fuck, that’s creepy. Very, very good. But very creepy.’” And … Continue reading Alice could be living….anywhere.
Today I don't just mean restorative to indicate fixing up a damaged or sub-par doll. I also mean crafting to put your heart and mind back together. Sometimes the hyperfocus of making something with your hands is a way of stepping back from the horrors filling your life. Today I'm not going to get into … Continue reading Restorative Crafting: Jack Skellington and the Scammer.