|And here I thought traveling in a tote bag with five other dolls was uncomfortable...|
Bringing order to the ravening horde is more difficult than I expected when I accumulated them. It's one or two per thrift store at most, and then after about three stores, we'd go back to the house and do some boil-washing, and so it wasn't obvious how many people would require absorption into the larger society once I got home. Let's just say that I will be busy sewing for months.
First up are two that date from a thrift shop trip I wasn't even on. These two Barbies came in a three-pack with a doll my mother had wanted, and various plans to find other homes for them had come to naught, so she handed them off to me. The Mackie-faced gal with Lady Godiva hair turns out to be 2004 Birthday Wishes Barbie, and Mackie is my favorite of the playline Barbie-herself face-ups, since it's completely non-ditzy. Her friend seems like she ought to have been a holiday angel, but I can't find one with the right face-up.
|Maybe we should be vampire slayers.|
|It's okay, Daniela. Just imagine the customs agents aren't wearing any clothing either.|
|I don't suppose you'd like to be a good influence on my younger sister, Krys?|
|I'll walk across Sky Harbor naked without batting an eyelash.|
|Where do we apply for a new body?|
|We are the clone army!|
|Left unsupervised, the children have gone feral.|
|First, we hit a mall. Hard.|
The two Chic dolls with less dangerous hair proved more difficult to fit, as they're very slender. Victoria is wearing a Lovely Patsy dress, but it's a tad big on her; while her friend conducts a search for a name while wearing LitD Raquelle's "meet" dress (also a tad large).
|There's nothing for female bonding like a good boil-wash.|
|It's soothing... like a sensory deprivation tank.|