Flora and Ante are my two Fairyland Pukipuki BJDs. And my two poor babies had been dressed in their Christmas duds since last December. I’m afraid I really did neglect my poor dears in the year of dolly dearth. But a couple of weeks ago, I decided to finally dig out the two new outfits I had received for these two last Christmas and try them on. Along with a couple of different wigs, it was like I had two new dollies!
I had a spare moment to take a few of the girls outside this past weekend…
Lizette had gotten tired of wearing the same outfit for the past year, so she went digging through the clothes boxes and “appropriated” something of Evangeline’s.
Melancolique took a walk on a sun-drenched hill…
And Evangeline decided to climb on some tombstones, which I thought was a bit inappropriate, but she scares me a little so I didn’t say anything…
I haven’t posted in a while. I took a year off of dollies for a number of reasons… finances, health, depression, overseas trips. But this past month, after watching the Wilde convention coverage from my computer, I fell in love with my dollies all over again.
When I say I took a year off dollies, I mean I didn’t buy any, didn’t look at them online, didn’t even redress any of the ones I already had. As soon as the coverage of Wilde Con started, I felt the urge to ‘play’ with my girls again. And one of the first things I did was order a new dress and wig for Sad Sally!
When they arrived, I eagerly took the outfit out of the box and started to put it on Sally. All went well until I came to the shoes. I just couldn’t get her little shoe on her little foot! And in my zeal to make her foot fit the shoe… I snapped her poor little foot right off her body!
My poor, poor Sally! I was heartbroken. She was the original Sad Sally that I preodered at one of the conventions I attended last year. I broke down in tears.
The following Wednesday, I made a frantic call to the Doll Hospital at the Tonner Store. I spoke to Dr. Noreen herself. Unfortunately, she told me she doesn’t work on Sad Sally, as she is just too small to work on. But she did say I could buy a replacement body instead. Which is what I ended up doing, as the guild was just too much to let poor little Sally go without a foot.
The new body arrived quickly and, with the help of my awesome Dad, we managed to put Sally’s head on her new body.
Sally is whole once again, though I have learned my lesson. No more shoes for Sad Sally!