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Thinking about getting a "summer doll" again has caused me to think much harder about my collection and what I really want. I can't ignore what feels "right" and what feels "wrong" and I think doll collectors go through this a lot.

Basically I love collecting Barbies, because I can buy them all the time, slowly amassing my Superstar/vintages bit by bit, without much stress if I don't have the chance to play with them right away or if they aren't what I thought, or even if I ruin them trying to fix them (which definitely happens :P).

On the other end, the costly end, I cannot deny that Asian ball-jointed dolls are my ideal. Right now, I have only one, and I would like to have more. I would even like Leslie to be a different doll. It would be a frightening thing to sell him not knowing if I would truly be able to afford the new doll at some point, but change is what gives the hobby excitement, even if there is uncertainty.

At the same time, I am not okay money-wise with purchasing a BJD every year, maybe more like every four years, in all honesty. When I thought of things that way, I realized what age I would be when I would purchase my next doll, and I felt sort of upset (not sort of).

I thought seriously about getting an Evangeline Ghastly, but for the price of a resin one I can afford my Asian dream doll anyway, and the vinyl ones are not enough in tune with my collection.

I don't really want to reveal my Asian dream doll because I don't want to generate too much excitement for myself when I'm not sure I can pay up yet. That is how it has been in the past. The moment I post the pic, I'm like-- okay, must buy it right now-- and it doesn't turn out well.

Leslie and Josette are both the right sizes, but neither are the doll I would necessarily have selected for myself. I love my Souldoll Asiter for who he is, but there are sculpts I desire more.

At this point, the way real life is going, purchasing an expensive doll is probably not a good idea, because large expenses do stress me, and I'm not sure more stress is a good idea right now, LOL.

I have however won a California Dreamin' Barbie and Tropical Miko -- both definitely from my wish list. Barbie may be home right now !!
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