October 23, 2017.
Long overdue pictures of the new addition to our doll family. Presenting Mini Dino Bambino. Made by the talented artist from Wasraw, Poland, Mirella Von Chrupek. I don’t recall how I found out about it, somewhere on Instagram, but I was hooked the moment I saw the round pink bottom and a smile 😉 And of course we got two, one for me and one for the Child. I wonder if Frank wants one as well 😉 Maybe if it was blue…
Will start with unboxing. Here is the package. It had the most awesome Dino stamp.
Then there were pretty photos, a birth certificate and a hand written card.
And here she is! Isn’t she beautiful!
Willow and Fern were very happy to have a new friend and wanted to make her feel welcome. But what do dinos eat? Hmm…maybe some fresh garden tomatoes?
Since this is going to be a country Dino, she went to the barn and got acquainted with some of the barn dwellers. She met a horse and sat on her back.
Some more barn and garden photos.
And a bubble bath after that, because…well…you know 😉
More country Dino adventures to follow!
October 19, 2017.
I really should be working on the September blog post. It is overdue and I even got all the pictures transferred and organized. But here I am really wanting to write about dolls.
I think of it as a doll therapy. They have the advantage of not wanting to be fed, watered, harvested, cleaned etc., etc. They stay in the room, some of them in boxes, sometimes for years, waiting until I have a few minutes to come and visit. They are forgiving. And it is an important trait. While there are a number of things and even a few people that I enjoy being around and doing, my dolls are very accepting and undemanding. And that, with so many demands on my time and emotions, I can appreciate.
So, when did it start? I don’t believe I ever really tried to write about it. Remember being a kid, about 9-10 maybe. I had a German doll, her name was Natasha. She was about 16 inches, blond and blue eyed, ugh…like all of them, and her hair had just two long ponytails with short middle section, that drove me bananas. I loved that doll. As I was little, sewing was difficult, but I tried. The doll simply seamed so huge! In Moscow where we lived, playing with dolls was not a popular pass time. Don’t recall what the heck everyone did, but I was always laughed at when I brought up the doll topic. So I learned to shut up.
However, when I went to visit my grandparents in Ukraine, it was a different thing all together. All the girls played with dolls! But not the big ones, like mine, little baby dolls. Everyone made them clothes, furniture, all kinds of food, dishes. The best you could, of course. You put it all in a box and took it outside, and played house with other girls, showing off things you have made 😉 There I had a little doll made of rubber, she was about 5-6 inches tall, had molded hair in a bob and painted face, that, of course, promptly got rubbed off. Quite ugly, in fact, and I did not really like her, but it was the best option I’ve had. In our Moscow apartment she had an apartment of her own, part the bottom section of the wall unit, maybe 24×24 inches. I still have the tiny kitchen that was in it.
I never really liked baby dolls. They are cute, but I don’t feel compelled to own any. The same goes for teenage dolls, have no stomach for adolescent agonizing. Despise Barbies…shudder. Porcelain feels cold, but I do own one porcelain doll, who looks like my daughter when she was about 1 year old. I’ve read someone saying that they did not want to change diapers, they wanted to have adventures with their doll 😉 I guess, that is how I felt, and still do, in fact. My favorite doll age group is 6-12 years old, maybe 13, when they are open to adventure, but Mom is still somewhat an authority 😉
Sadly, I don’t have either of my two first dolls. I still have my second doll, who has made it though all the moves over the last almost 40 years. Her leg fell off, and she is somewhere in a box, but I have her.
I remember always being shamed for my love of dolls. My grandma was the only person who understood. She taught me to sew and knit. I remember knitting a yellow cardigan for Natasha when I was about 10.
Don’t recall much doll related from about the age 13 to when my daughter was born.
To be continued and embellished with pictures 😉
August 15, 2017.
I saw this on Tumbler on BJD Recast Positive Confessions: “Dolls comfort me in my bad days and bring me warm lil faces on my good ones. Dolls are the beauty on everyone eyes, and symbolize a time of innocence and childhood. They’re the imaginary friends in your mind with a body you can actually touch. They’re not alive, but are indeed full of feelings and love, sadness and worries that we put into them when we are not strong enough to handle it our self. They mean so much to so many, that when I see a doll I never see his origin or price, recast or not.”
I think it is beautifully said and I wish I could credit it, but it was posted anonimously. Still, agree with it wholeheartedly. 😉
I got bitten by BJD bug. Was looking at something on ebay and saw a doll i have never seen before. Started researching…and it snowballed…
Before I knew it, I ordered two from ebay, only to realize later that there are not originals ( legit), but recasts (copies) and are coming by slow boat from China. Rats!
Apparently, recast dolls are frowned upon (mildly speaking 😉 ) in the BJD community and even mentioning that you own one can get you thrown out of some discussion boards. Now I was panicking, what have I gotten into! But I could not cancell orders.
But my little Fern came in and I fell in love. Admittedly, she was smelling strongly of chemicals they use to seal the makeup and was a bit overpainted, and strung too tight and the eyes were the wrong color. But she was so sweet! I did not care that she was a copy, after all it was four time cheaper than the original!
So I did some more research. And I thought, damn it, it’s my money, if these people are allowed to recast the dolls and sell them in the open market, then why not buy them. Besides, it is not like I could send her back. So I got her restrung, joints sueded, makeup wiped and redone a little. New brown eyes put in and a new wig. Here she is now
I wasn’t so lucky with my second doll, but was able to send her back. Now hoping that the slow boat will get back to China and I will get my money back!
And then I got my Wasabi. She is a legit Fairyland PukiPuki Madeline. Shwe was in stoch at Denver Doll emporium at a goot price and I could not pass it up! The little mite is only 4.5 inches tall and got the cutest elf ears!
Here she is patiently waiting for her faceup and hair
And here she got some face painted! And her own horse named Binky 😉
And here are the girls playing dres up.
Dolls make me happy 😉
Ivy- MiM doll (Make it Mine), 1/4 BJD for kids
Aspen – Finouche Melanie
Sydney – Kidz’n’ cats Princess in Mint
May 31, 2017.
This is Poppy (Minouche doll Jeanne by Sylvia Natterer, 2015). Poppy is a perfect 14 inches, extremely poseable , stands well and has the cutest expression. This was my birthday present this year and I think this is my absolute favorite doll. I ordered her from Amazon. UK after looking for weeks! I sometimes wonder if any of the dolls make it to actual kids, or collectors get them all? 😉
Sadly, being 14inches, Poppy has no ready made clothes patterns that fit her. But she seems to be enjoying helping me make some 😉
Poppy is the perfect size to go on trips in my backpack, for some emotional support
March 9, 2017.
My new Gotz girls have arrived! All the way from Britain! There is not enough exclamation marks to show my excitement 😉 I think they are the prettiest dolls out there. Their coloring is so nice, delicate pink with just a touch of blush. I now have three Gotz girls, surprisingly, don’t have the picture of the third one, will need to remedy that tomorrow 😉
Here are Chloe (Paulette) and Tally (Jodie), rewigged. I rather like the change.
This is my favorite face sculpt of Kidz N cats dolls.
I am also trying to downsize my American girls down to three. Wish me luck!
January 31, 2017.
January 3, 2017.
I am going to start the Doll page in hopes that it will become a Doll blog at some point. But so far I can’t come up with the name or the time to maintain another blog, so page it will be.
My love of dolls goes back into the childhood, where most of the pretty dolls were from Germany. They were blond and blue eyed. Since then I have strong dislike of anything blond and blue eyed. Needless to say, most of my dolls have different shades of brown hair and eyes of any color but blue. Not all, but most 😉 Some were too beautiful for me to resist and some were in too pitiful of a shape not to buy.
Until next time