when in crisis, go back to the basics. one of my first posts here was about dolls. i love dolls. always have. they're one of those things that can wind me up when i'm in a puddle of apathy.
so, i'm having a cuteness attack and i'm nearly crying here. just look:
Yes she's conventional, no i don't care. partly because i'm convinced she keeps a grotesque little diary and has a parrot whom she taught various puns. i know i've been demanding, Santa, but not like you brought me anything anyway...!!! I could actually afford to buy her, but isn't this supposed to be one of those hints that everyone turns a deaf ear to and you always remember it as that wonderful wonderful doll which would have changed your life if only dad cared enough?...
I'll sleep on it. But seriously: the effect would be double in the event of a surprise (said she with a sigh and poked the pillow).
And one more, for sweet dreams.
and they all live here.