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BJD Convention - Last Night

We are coming upon the last night of the 2007 ABJD convention. My head is swimming from the bottle of wine I'm sharing with Nathan, and I'm sated on chocolates from Flora and Fauna: rosewater, jalapeno and Mexican spice.

Tonight is the black and white ball. I will wear my vintage black lace and ivory Lady Hildegarde dress (I have named it that because I once described my character as wearing a Victorian version of this dress, then found a 1950's version online). Nathan's planning to wear his black blazer and black velvet pants.

He will carry Shelley, who's already dressed in head to toe black, and I will have Ophelia in her Victorian wedding dress.

I made my last killing at the dealer's room today. I got a Dollheart Chinese pyjama set which I adore for Ophelia, which will go wonderfully with her strawberry pink wig. My other purchases include an Ajumapama punk shirt and socks set for Tarquin, and four wigs: a long brown and purple for Tarquin and Dresden, a short black wig for Tarquin, a curly ginger wig for Dresden; and the aforementioned strawberry pink wig for Ophelia.

My convention freebies have been given over to Shelley. He's wearing an SD-sized black and purple wig wonderfully, and holding his convention bag and panda bear.

Johnny participated in the photo story workshop and got a free frilly apron out of the deal. He's also got the Sunny's World set I won: a tan-colored tank top and hat.

I am pretty worried about our pets at this point. I always wonder, what if the pet sitter doesn't come? They have enough food, but what if something happened? The most dreadful moment of my vacation is the last few steps up the staircase to our door. My heart is pounding until I locate our pets and ascertain their life signs.

I really look forward to getting home and working on all the things this convention has inspired me to do: my doll characters, from the workshop, sewing the patterns from my new magazines, and making photo stories using the things I've learned.

There are also some really important things I want to do when I get home. I see four potential jobs I want to think about, and I pray something will come from this. I need it so much.

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