Happy Brat Day !

 

Current Mood : Happy and knowing it.

Spent on dolls and such : $8.25

 

Today was one of those ‘I'm a selfish little $%it' days. I own up to it, I know I was being a brat, but I took care of it, and didn't make it much of Beloved Hubby's problem...

 

Today was the last day of the big ‘garage sale' flea market. And I wanted to go, bad. Beloved didn't want to go yesterday, and said he had no time today. I'd been good all week, especially since I hadn't been able to go anywhere by myself in almost two weeks. No thrift stores, no prowling, nothing. I know, I'm a big whiner baby, but I enjoy those things. Even when I had transport, I'd cut back on it a lot. So I was really looking forward to the thing.

 

So what's a girl to do ? Especially a big, bratty one like me ? The sale was only about a mile and a half each way - and I proved last week that my darling Molly-car still works, she just has a great deal of slippage in first gear. Anybody behind me at traffic lights would just have to be patient, that's all. Heck, Molly-chan would have to do if there was an emergency at school and Beloved was 35 miles away, as he often is.

 

Yeah, I could have walked, it was a balmy 45 degrees in 15mph winds, but I'm a big lazy brat, don't forget. So I made sure my cell phone was charged, that Molly-chan's battery had a good crank amp, and left early enough so that traffic was at a minimum.

 

And I had a great time ! I found some fun patches - the "100% Goddess" one is going on my sewing machine cover ! - and a coffee-cup sized disco ball, for 50c each. Surprisingly, I found a great Asian-themed dress form that's a bit bigger than Barbie size, for $1.50. And, I scored two new pair of shoes for Timey and Dottie, a Swingy dress for them, too, and another pair of smaller shoes that so far are still looking for owners, and two Dancerina pair of ballerina slippers. Those were a buck each. Yeah, the Dancerina doll's feet are just a bit bigger than my Dancerella's feet, but they nearly fit. If I put tissue in the toes, they're fine, she can even dance in them. In any case, I now have two pairs in different shades of pink, and if it really annoys me, I can always eBay ‘em for a profit.

 

Mostly, I just had fun looking around and being out by myself for a while. It was actually kind of exciting not knowing if I'd make it home OK ! But Molly-chan didn't let me down, she started up and ran silk-smooth. (sigh) I miss my Molly more now than ever... And yes, it was a real risk, but I'm glad I did it. I completely own up to being a brat about the whole thing, but I have no regrets. Just that I spent all my money ! J 

 

Before I left, though, I finished the "Barbie on the Runway" purse. Only took about an hour, so I think the whole thing ran about five hours, max. Made the straps first, and even ironed them down, which gave me an idea for even further reducing the per-unit cost of the Wristlet Key Fobs. I have got to get back to work on that project. Anyway, they installed easily, as did the soft Velcro - yup, I used the good stuff on this one ! - for the closure, and the "Made By Dorrie" tag. Loaded it with the previous purse's contents, and carried it proudly at the Flea Market.

 

Oh, and I forgot to tell you what happened yesterday - mostly ‘cause yesterday's entry was already epic in length. I was standing there, resplendent in my Leia hat-wig and matching scarf, perusing the repro Malibu and Superstar dolls, when a lovely lady asked me where I'd found such a cool hat. I told her I'd made it, yatta yatta, and she said she'd never seen anything as adorable. J It occurred to me that I was kinda~sorta costuming as Princess Leia while looking at ‘new' Barbie dolls... and time seemed to warp a bit. It was like so many of my childhood wishes had come true, right at that moment, but I hadn't realized it until she focused things. I could have a new doll if I wanted, and I finally got to dress like my favorite heroine. No one could take that away from me, or even make fun of it. That moment was mine - and the lady's, although she may not have realized the significance she had in my little story.

 

It may have taken me 42 years, but I have my happy childhood.