Sappy Christmas song

Happy Holidays, reader. I don’t know about you (obviously) but I celebrate Christmas – preferably in a variant with less Christ and more gifts, candy, and Santa Claus, since I’m not really a Christian to say the least. I do however strongly enjoy Christmas trees, Christmas cookies, candles with numbers (advent and calendar), and lots of red elves. What I don’t enjoy as much is the pressure that always comes with December. Combined with my constant head aches, the stress of buying (the right) presents, decorating the house, and visiting family, I never have much energy left for my dolls, which saddens me every year – and always catches me by surprise. In addition, whenever I have a period with daily pain, my interest in my dollies drop like the temperature outside. I usually complain about this to poor Lise, who is also trying to keep their interest in dolls going.

Another thing I like to complain to them about is the fact that I can’t trade and/or sell my doll and spare faceplate! They keep an eye out for me, and I’m keeping an eye out for me, but no luck so far. (If you have a spare PukiFee Vanilla in tan or normal skin just laying around, collecting dust, tell me?) So I learned something new about myself last night. I apparently like to go a little dramatic and quite frankly idiotic, when nothing goes my way.  (The list of crap falling down this year is so long, but let’s focus on the doll thing.) So I wrote a song! Disclaimer: Avert your eyes if bad lyrics tend to make your ears, eyes or other parts of you bleed.

Trade with me a pretty dolly
Fa la la la la, la la la la
It would really make me jolly
Fa la la la la, la la la la

PukiFee Vanilla tan skin
Fa la la la la, la la la la
This year really awful has been
Fa la la la la, la la la la

Give a shout and make me happy
Fa la la la la, la la la la
I know this song is pretty sappy
Fa la la la la, la la la la

Also found on Tumblr.

So, dear reader: When the dolly world frustrates you, how do you act out?

Still alive!

I know it’s been a while, but I promise – I’m still alive!

I’ve been having a little romance with a new site where you get to breed pretty, pink dragons. (Well, there’s other colors than pink, but my lair is pretty pink!) I tend to have these little periods where I go all nuts about something for a while, then it simmers down to something more normal than a complete obsession. I think I’ve gotten through to the other site regarding my dragons, so while I’ll still be having fun (I’ve actually so far shelled a future doll in a dragon) I’ll also try to concentrate a bit on dolls again.

Another reason for my absence has been my sadness regarding the hobby. I haven’t fallen out of love with my dolls, but I do feel a distinct sadness on several levels. On the more overall level in the hobby, I feel sad that everything is about recasts these days. When I started in the hobby just a few years ago, recasts were a hush-hush sort of thing and most people just wanted that elusive grail doll. I even considered getting a Juri 08 in recast, because she was and still is impossible to get. But now everything is getting recasted, even really cheap basic dolls. I’m not going to get into a full-on explanation, because my friend Akatsuki/Lise says it far better. On a more personal note, I hate how I can’t get any new dolls and Lati still hasn’t shipped my centaur. It’s been more than 9 months (in fact we’re getting closer to 10 months!) and it sucks so bad. At this point I’m somewhere between “just give me back my money!” and “at least send me a big honking gift AND GET HER SHIPPED!”. And while I recently sold my Momocolor Lucy, I can’t use those funds to get a new doll – mainly because our economy is a bit uncertain at this point where I don’t know if I can keep getting money from the state for studying, because I’ve taken so long. I hate my head these days, it just won’t stop hurting. Plus half the time I keep forgetting things. I spent about 15 minutes yesterday trying to remember a word, and for someone who has always had a gigantic vocabulary, it’s almost physically painful.

So yes, I’m still here. I’ll try to be more active, but I think I need to rediscover the joys of the hobby. You guys got some great suggestions?

Losing your imagination

I sometimes wonder why there is so much stigma about owning dolls – even pieces of art like BJDs. The subject comes up sometimes, usually it’s brought up by a new person in the hobby wondering aloud whether they should or shouldn’t tell family and friends about their new passion in life. I personally haven’t let my family know about my dolls yet. My parents-in-law know about them as they have seen them, but they both choose to ignore it. I think they simply don’t know what to say. My friends all know, since all my friends are people I’ve met through the hobby. My last non-doll-owning friend also knew about them, and while she didn’t want one for herself, she was okay with me telling her a little bit about something exciting every once in a while. Those friends who aren’t close (people I know from the university) don’t know. I simply don’t want to discuss it with them, because I know they’d be very likely to find it strange.

But why is there such a stigma? I’m sure we’ve all encountered it at some point or another, whether it’s with dolls or another hobby considered “childish”. Personally I like dolls, playing electronic games (Wii, 3DS, PlayStation, computer) and watching movies made for children (Beauty & The Beast, The Little Mermaid, etc.). All these things carry a stigma, at least in Denmark. I’m sick of pretending that I buy things for my nieces and nephew, but it’s just so much easier than having to endure the stares. Sometimes I’m brave and tell them that “no, I don’t need you to wrap it, it’s for me”, but it’s rare. Can I please get to color in a coloring book with my niece (and then alone when she leaves the table) without getting sarcastic comments from my annoying uncles? Can I please get to play my 3DS in peace while on the bus without people staring at me like I’m insane? Can I please give my husband the Lego house he wants for Christmas without my family giggling about it?

My dolls are the only thing that makes me stick up for myself. I will proudly walk through a crowd where I’m likely to meet someone I know, holding my friend’s absolutely gorgeous SD boy (my own are tinies, they get packed into my bag). I will sit with a group of friends and all our dolls on the table and happily answer all the silly questions from people passing us. I will display my girls in a cabinet in my office and be excited and proud.

But why the stigma? Likely because we’re supposed to lose our imagination when we grow up. Playing with dolls and Lego and watching Disney movies are absolutely fine when you’re little. So is pretending that you live in a world filled with fairies and princesses and glitter. Want to dress up as Princess Peach? Sure, we’ll buy a costume in a toy store! But the moment you cross that invisible line and people begin to expect you to be mature and reasonable, all these things are supposed to fade into the past. You’re supposed to accept your responsibility and channel all your dreams into your life – make your life better than your dreams. If you don’t succeed, it’s just bad luck, and you have to change your dreams accordingly. You have to keep going, have to keep acting as a person whose imagination only goes as far as to real-life things like getting a promotion, getting a new sofa, or seeing your child become older. Imagining fun things are for children – real life is the only thing adults get.

So in this home, we play with Lego (and admire Lego creations that light up), we play with dolls (okay, that’s mostly me), watch movies for children (okay, again mostly me), dream up worlds filled with fairies, princesses and glitter (my husband’s imaginary worlds have more lightsabers than glitter I believe) and dream of dressing up as a princess (either Belle or maybe Rosalina from Mario, possibly even Garnet from FFIX – but again that’s mostly me…). What is your home like?

Happy New Year!

So 2013 came and went, and now it’s 2014. For me 2013 was a year of great joys and huge disappointments. In the doll department it was sad to recognise that I didn’t feel comfortable with dolls bigger than YoSDs. I also during the last month or so fell completely in love with Lati Sophie in grey skin, and the very last day I got notice from a Flickr acquaintance that someone might be selling her. The first day of 2014 I was told that she would be selling her to a person in France. So 2014 didn’t start off in the best possible way. On the bright side I also received some great dolls and feel like I greatly improved my photography skills.

On a more personal note, 2013 was the year of my wedding. In itself it was a great experience and the best day of my life, but it came with a side of disappointments regarding my parents. We also got a new apartment, which has been a relief for the both of us. Plus I got a cupboard for my dolls, yay! Sadly I didn’t manage to turn my final paper in because of the wedding and the move, plus I got a concussion. Not so yay.

I’m hoping this new year will bring many more happy moments with both my husband and my dolls. I hope to bring some new dolls into the family and obtain some more clothes for both current and new ones. On a more personal note, I really want to get that final paper done!

And as for celebrating: The girls had a blast with all the fancy clothes and fireworks, and they want to wish you all a happy New Year!

IMG_8866 (3) Happy New Year fyrværkeri