The Blythe Obsession

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.

Goodnight Sweet Prince

The old saying says you have to kiss alot of frogs to meet your prince. Well, there hasn't been many frogs I'd actually want to kiss, except for one.

My little pet African Dwarf Frog Kermie. Yes, he was only a little frog, but he brought me so much happiness. Funny that a tiny frog can stir up that much emotion, but he did. He used to love to float to the top of the tank and let me stroke his back. He used to come to the top of the tank when I skirtched on the lid, and he also would zip around like crazy when it was supper time.

Kermie, you made me giggle and I very much enjoyed our time together.

I remember going to Petland very recently and having a chat with "The Pet Guy", you know that guy on Shaw TV? Well, after mentioning that I had an African Dwarf Frog who was nearing 11 years old, his eyes got all big and was amazed. The lifespan of these creatures averages 2 to 5 years, but some make it past that. Kermie was one of them.

He was older than Quincy, just a tiny little thing when Candace brought him to the office for a co-worker. That co-worker didn't want him so Candace kept him. When she left for another job, she gave him to me. I fell in love instantly. He was so very little back then and I felt sorry for him in his smaller than small container. I immediately went to the store and got him a bigger home, with a little ceramic cave for him in which to hide. As he got bigger, I kept buying bigger tanks. I didn't have a filter, so it goes to show you that these frogs to very well with an unfiltered tank.

He would let me scoop him up gently with my hand when I needed to clean his tank, and I loved to stare at him swimming around and then doing his little Zen pose where it looked like he was standing on his back legs.

Shelley and Kat reminded me of all the times they would look after him when his tank was on my desk at the office and how everyone would line up to look after him. He was a great curiosity when I was up at reception and people would come in and check him out. He made friends.

Kermie passed away this morning, but last night I knew he was not himself. No longer did he swim fast, no longer did he come to the top when I skirtched for him. This morning I put him in a little bracelet box, covered him with flannel, wrote a little note for him and placed a tiny piece of amethyst which is supposed to protect one in a "bubble of light".

Yes, I did all these things, for a little frog. Some would call me crazy, but taking care of him brought me joy and I loved him. Pet people get it, no matter bird, nor cat, nor dog, nor turtle or any pet, we love them all equally and are sad when they go.

Goodnight sweet Kermie (1999-2010), I'll miss you, love me.

I remember how to crochet!!!

But don't ask me how to follow a pattern, to me it's like trying to read music but already knowing sort of how to play chopsticks on the piano.

For lack of anything for my little Blythe dolls to wear, I have been making them felt dresses (I made the Monster Dress and the purple ones shown here) and this past weekend even attempted at making them crochet hats. Here's the results. I call these two "Nerple" hats because of the little "Nerple" at the top. ;)

First Nerple Hat modeled by Raizen


Second Nerple Hat modeled by Anaise


Then there was the Elf hat, again modeled by Anaise that was difficult to the extreme due to the fuzzyness of the yarn.


See, I'm no expert. Ask me to crochet a sweater and you'll be waiting until pigs fly. Ask me to knit and well, I would fake it and ask Shelley. :)

Happy Birthday to my Best Furry Little Friend

March 14. Happy Birthday my friend. 10 years. 10. Seems like a lifetime ago in some respects and in others it seems like yesterday I brought this tiny fluffball home to live with me. Ten years of him waking me up in the morning wanting to be spooned or have his tummy rubbed. Ten years of him getting so excited when he gets to go with me places that he pokes me every few minutes just to check that we are still going. Ten years.

A few days ago I found a little journal I had started when he was just a baby. I wanted to write down all the new things he was discovering so I wouldn't forget. There's been so much since then that I should write a book. Since May 11, 2000 (the day he came home) he's been the funniest, most affectionate, most needy furball I've had the honour of spending time with.

Ten years of nicknames, Mr. Squishypants, Little Monkey, Q, Q-Ball, Peekieboo. Ten years of his quirks - the hate of linoleum, stairs, the dark and being left alone. Ten years of worrying about him like a child through his rare bouts of seizures and vet bills. Ten years of happy walks and adventures to Spruce Meadows.

All my friends understand how powerful my love of this dog goes and upon meeting him completely understand it. He's a joker, he's a goofball, he's a child seeking attention. Ten years and he hasn't changed a bit.

To Quincy, my best furry friend in the whole wide world - I love you!

Friends, Tea and Blythe

Tonight I met Shelley for much needed tea and visiting. It was so very nice to re-connect. I've missed you Shelley!

She also made an out of control cake for my Quincy's 10th birthday. Pictures will be posted on Sunday, which is Quincy's official birthday. Shelley has mad mad skills when it comes to decorating of a cake. This IS her true calling..well that and knitting, and sewing, and painting etc.

I brought my Blythe Tash to show to her and was suprisingly gifted two Vogel Stitcher Originals for her and her sister Mollee to wear! I have only taken pics of the first dress, the other is soaking in salt water to set the colours. I do this with all my doll clothes. More pictures to come.



Having two little dolls on the table of a somewhat busy coffee shop didn't seem to prompt any weird looks or rolling eyes. Hey, we were having such a good time catching up, even if there were, we wouldn't have noticed.

This is Blythe REDUX

eBay is evil, yup, evil I tell you. Here's living proof that sometimes, but exceptionally rarely when I decide to spend a ridiculous amount of money on myself (or to clarify, spend money on a ridiculous thing) I go big and then I go home.

Here's the other little gal to keep the first one company. She's a customized Asian Butterfly Encore Neo Takara Blythe.

Hey, don't they say that two heads are better than one?

This is Blythe

Barbie Shmarbie, ok I still love them, but have a new gal coming through the powers of evil E-BAY.



I've wanted one of these for quite awhile now, but they are difficult to the extreme to get in Canada, and plus they are ridiculously expensive. But I still hadn't used my "Joe Bucks" from work and felt like spending some money on something totally useless.

She's a customized Casual Affair Neo Takara Blythe. Super cute, red hair and everything. I wonder if I asked Shelley if she would knit her a little sweater and hat for a fee? Shelley??? I'd supply the materials too.

Back to the swing

I decided today I either need a rocking chair at work or a swing. It may be a bit hard to type, but whatever...I wonder if I can requistion that?

Q missed me for the past two days since no more holidays mean no more just hanging out. Poor little guy, however he seems REALLY happy to see me when I get home. That I wouldn't trade for the world.

Here's Q in his Santa outfit that Karla bought for him.