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The companion doll group, and companion journals

I am sorry sometimes that I have closed my membership in the companion doll group. I tried for a long time to keep up with emails, but lately I have faced the reality that my time is limited, and I really have to make the most of what I have.

Because of this I lost track of Eve's journal, and I was very sad about that. Elisa's relationship with Lili Marleen long ago, and the journal where she recorded their times and images together was like the north star to me for so long. I loved her beautiful journal, and all the journals since. So it was with pleasure that I found her new journals, dedicated to Eve and her other dolls. Chantilly Lace is shamefully poor on blogrolls and links, but perhaps this week I will have the chance to correct that and put those new links up.

I must admit I love not only Eve but her rather romantic looking boy Noah. Even though I have no money for a large male doll now I have so many ideas for bringing a boy doll into the country, showing him the workings of my farm, teaching him about the garden and chickens. I never had a larger boy doll previously. I never saw one that pushed me over, though Dollmore Dean would have been my first choice some years ago.

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