Ok, so how the heck did this Blythe thing get me? One doll, then two, then four, then six...now eight. Meet Petey Glum, a custom Blythe that just a short time ago belonged to Lisa. Petey was screaming at me to take her home. I've gotten into crocheting hats, getting accessories and clothing for them now too. Yup, I'm an over 40 year old child who plays with dolls.
Gack. They aren't cheap either. You would think that I would update my wardrobe or soemthing? Nope, I'm hooked, however my brain is saying, no more...well until I get a Happibug that is.
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I have three of my own and think that I am finally coming to terms that my kids will be furry and made of plastic. I'm ok with it.
I'd stage an intervention but then you'd just point out my massive craft supply stash in the basement. It's so much easier to be sanctimonious if you aren't sitting on a pile of shame.
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