Doll budget/shopping list

Doll funds - $94 (+$20 = $114)

Doll expenses - $42

Remaining doll funds - $52 ($72)

Wist list -

~~Monique "Paris" 5/6 wig~~
~~Various eye colors for Fanchon, 8mm flat-backed eyes~~
Madame Alexander 1940's bride

Purchased a long, long straight red, red with center part for Fanchon from the Monique Gold Collection. Those wigs are like. cupcakes. to me. If I were a doll, I would swoon in a Monique Gold Collection wig. The hair is soft as a chick's down -- I know that from my childhood chicks.

I also purchased the oval-type acrylic eyes for Fanchon. I was so, so excited that they carried them in her size. They have been difficult to find. The color I got was golden-green-blue. The thought of her in her new hair and eyes with her freckles and pale lips is enough to make me swoon. It's time to get Fanchon some pretty new things selected especially for her.

The Madame Alexander dolls are. really expensive. The ones I like either have reserve prices or have been bid out of my price range. Apparently I can spot a good doll . ?

Comments

Courtney, sun-bathing

Fanchon

I can't believe it. It looks like the rusted gates to The Garden of Virtues are going to be laboriously parted by small articulated resin hands after all once more. I am glad that I am buying Lanie's Angel, but I am also a little sad. I remember disposing of Dresden along with my other dolls. I was in a vicious rage. I hesitated over Dresden's prone form, thinking, goodness, even I don't think of her as a BJD, is this really necessary? And then, blindly, cutting the strings. I can't believe I am actually talking about this now. I have not talked about it before. I regretted losing her afterward, because I did not really need to part with her. She was a sweet, special presence, a little woman. I have kept all of her eyes, wigs and clothes. Of course I will never forget the moments in which I divested all of my BJD's of their clothing, wigs and eyes. The other day Henry came around with a little velcro he had found and I grew faint, knowing that it had come fro...

It was 1846.

"The wind was hard and fast, howling against the immovable keep. Within lights glowed. Like beacons the panes of illuminated glass dazzled my eyes, so cold I thought surely they had frozen open. I knew not myself. I knew not my hands, which hung as exanimate wraiths from my arms. My clothes, dull rags, twisted around me, and it seemed they made no difference against the ice and the wind. I felt myself drawn into the warmth of the keep. I was past gratitude-nay, not past-but I knew that I had been reduced to a bestial state. I was too ashamed of myself and my imposition to look my benefactor in the face." It was thus that we found "Caroline." I saw her in the St. Vincent de Paul resale shop and was captivated by her forlorn looks. I gathered her limp body in my arms, and Leslie and I brought her home. In the sewing room I removed her wig, dismantled her limbs, and after eyeing her stuffing decided to discard it along with the wig. I took her body pieces ap...

A Garden of Virtues

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