A Garden of Virtues

Dream of Doll - Tender Too and Bee-a . Shelley and Ophelia, childhood sweethearts. - Any sisters or brothers? Tender Shall , the kinky nun, as Anne Sullivan, Ophelia's governess. Dollmore - Dollmore Calvin . My darling child, Johnny. - Older sister? Orlando Ray is fascinating, and she looks uncannily like Calvin. She's not too popular on the forum and people sand her nose down. Figures. Gets the same abuse as Calvin. But she looks like she would eat Johnny for dinner. The more I look at her, the more intrigued I become. That story. XD What a mystery! Orientdoll - Orientdoll Tae. My dear Irish Tarquin (I know Tarquin is not an Irish name...). - Needs a companion (Tarquin is sort of asexual). Orientdoll has not developed their line very far. I love the clothes of Special Cheong , and of the girls, I like her face the best. There does not seem to be a single person on the forums with this doll. I am really glad I didn't get Special Tae's clothes. That would not h

"What do we have here?" Shelley put on his gold-rimmed glasses and started leafing through my notes. "Well, I'm typing up some old notes from my novel  A Raven for a Lark . I'm thinking of revising it." "I haven't read that one yet," he said, scanning my outline with interest. "What's it about? Let me guess. Romance, plantations, scandal. And a duel." "No, there's no duel, but there's a scoundrel." Shelley looked up with interest. "Tell me more." "His name's Hennessy. That's right. It was what I was going to name you. However, I decided against it, because I didn't want to associate you with a specific fictional character. Well, at the end of the story, Hennessy kidnaps Jenny and carries her to her childhood home. He sets it on fire, but Jenny escapes. Hennessy dies in the end." "Or so it seems, right?" Shelley's green eyes peered at me over his gol

Shelley and Ophelia posed on a rare overcast morning in River Legacy Park. It was wild and overgrown, and we were literally hidden by the tall grass around us. Ophelia is wearing her "Kathleen" wig from Global Dolls and brown acrylic eyes. Shelley's wearing a default Tender Zen wig from Dream of Doll and his blue glass eyes. A pair of lovers, forever and ever, in a Texas grassland wilderness.

That damn thing. Now it has drawn my blood. Well, I bought it one ill-starred night off eBay because I remembered it from childhood, and I thought it would be precious for my dolls. With white wood and little strawberries. I loved the idea of cross-stitching strawberry pillows and linens for Ophelia, and finding Strawberry Shortcake accessories for her. The seller undermined the piece's flaws. I feel like to say it needed a new coat of paint would imply the paint was worn, but it had been re-painted in patches at least once with a beige paint, sloppily. Both paints would need to be removed for the bed to be painted again. I sanded the bed. I painted it white, not really knowing what I was doing, and it looked terrible. The paint was too thick, and it leaked onto the strawberries. In trying to correct it, I smeared the strawberry headboard. Now there was nothing for me to do but strip the paint. I stripped the footboard today, shoving something or other under my fingernail in th

Well, I can't discuss a lot of things in Winter Light . My name and email are out there now. I have submitted some job applications. I would do just anything to find a place where I belong. Can you imagine how happy I would be? The feeling of getting a new job. Why, it's like nothing else in the world. I take it personally. I feel that not only my skills, but I have won, I am wanted. And there is the austere desert of a position gone wrong. Awakening each day with dread in my heart, every averted look or indifferent silence a brutal stab, the pain of which follows me home and waits for me the next morning when I awaken. I left, because I changed. I lost the sense of self I had worked so hard to gain, by degrees, in people who didn't believe in me. Every day I am sorry I quit. My mother thought I would be there forever. It was a secure position, just what my family wanted me to have. I left a desert for a wasteland, a place with no day on or day off, no day and no night,