Maybe things would've been different and not have gotten so completely out of control and insane.
It doesn't matter now.
A quick update: A bunch of the pictures on this blog are broken for right now, but they'll be back. I switched from Flickr to Ipernity and I just need to re-upload some of the pictures. They'll be back as time permits. :)
A bunch of the BJDs will finally be finding their way to Ebay and elsewhere. It's weird. After handling the Woodlees, I have a hard time wanting to even touch the BJDs now.
Except for one.
In the beginning, there was Lenore. She was THE doll that got me interested in BJDs in the first place. A lot of people think it was Miranda, and while Miranda was the first I brought home (I picked her and Rabbit, a DIM Marianne, up at the same time. So technically they were BOTH first), Lenore was the first doll who captured my heart.
Not just that KIND of doll.
I am so lucky to have her.
But instead, she came to live with me.
She was the one I'd wanted. The moment I saw her on Elisa's blog, I loved her. She was my favorite. I told everyone so. But I continued to bring home more, and more and more dolls. Looking for something... I don't even know what.
And through it all, she patiently waited.
Maybe every doll wants that.
I don't know.
After nearly 8 years.