Now Playing: some radio station on for noise...
Current Mood : Satisfied.
For now.
Today's the last day I could work on the Lab. There was still stuff everywhere, even with the donations safely stored in Lightning Molly's trunk. But I've been sooo obsessed with the Lab, the rest of the housework has suffered. So it all had to be done today.
And it is ! The lab is so clean and pretty ! Everything is where it should be, and once the rain stops - we're in the midst of monsoon season, evidently - I'm ready to paint the cubby boxes. After that, I think I'm gonna tackle the pattern cabinet. I hate the handles on it. Imagine the ugliest cabinet door handles from the 70s you can think of, and that's what I got here. Well, half. There's actually two different styles on here. One's tolerable, the other is too awful to tolerate. So I'll keep my eyes open for some new drawer pull hardware.
It's always something with me, isn't it ?
Found a doll site that, well, frankly drove me up a tree. It was almost as bad as when I saw that Oprah's Guide To Life book. After buying dozens of high-end collector dolls, the site author realized that only the ultra-expensive BJDs truly conveyed ART to her. Those and some Sybarites and a few rare Tonners...
So she bought the parts for her masterpiece BJD. Oh, for the unfamiliar, BJD stands for ‘Ball Jointed Doll'. They're resin, from Asian countries, and you usually buy ‘em one piece at a time. It's sort of like buying a My Size Barbie that's completely blank and has no paint or color, that you have to sand, assemble, and paint - and between the parts and shipping from Japan, the resulting doll might well have been made one at a time by Jason Wu himself. While the parts are mass-produced, the assembly and painting make them one-of-a-kind. The ball joints are nothing new - I've seen ‘em on ‘playline' antique dolls from the turn of the century.
Back to the story. Only the BJD as a perfect blank canvas would allow the site author to express her Art. So she ordered parts...then realized she can't paint. So she paid someone else to paint her masterpiece of personal expression. I'm amazed my head didn't explode. This one wasn't enough, so she bought six more that were already complete, and now her Art was fully realized. Except the boy doll she bought - it'd be the last time she ‘bought something on promo only', and she sent it back. Um, dear ? I won't buy a $10. Barbie without seeing it in the harsh light of retail - weren't there any pictures ?
The capper was that she wants to start her own doll board - reminding folks to not blow the budget on their dolls (she sold most of her Barbie and Tonner collection to repay the family funds for the BJDs) or take them so seriously. Ummm....oh, never mind.
I don't mean to rip into someone else's opinion. But it's like the author really didn't listen to her own words vs. actions. I probably don't either, but I can express myself with this 25c doll over here ! And this $15. playset ! And this Dollar Tree prop ! I wonder which of us is more serious about dolls...but, hell. Everyone's happy, it shouldn't bug me. I just hate it when someone just as screwed up as me - with the same often-skewed priorities - tries to tell me they have all the answers. Like an Oprah book.
Shoot. My headache's come back. I'm gonna go lie down...
