More New Clothes for Emily Blythe

And a new hair-do...

So far I've bought all my Blythe Clothes from Etsy artists. I'm pretty sure the doll clothes they sell at Toy R Us are not very compatible. But sometimes I do wonder if there's a little store somewhere that sells Blythe clothes. If they did though, I'm sure they wouldn't be as unique and imaginative as these. These are by Hilary Wagstaff in London

So far, they all fit her to a T. Most have snap buttons in the back and they're so tiny! I like to imagine someone sewing tiny teeny Blythe clothes all day! The next item I want to get her this killer crochet top made by someone whose work I saw on flickr this week on my hunt for a Black Blythe for sale. I get distracted so easily. It's fukin adorable!

I also think I have Emily Blythe's sister pretty much picked out. She's made by Ashton Drake as well and fortunately is comfortably within my budget. Three Blythe Dolls is my limit. Her sis is a redhead I found on ebay but she has bangs so she looks slightly more commercial. I don't think it's too soon.

Yatahbazah

Got up at 10:00am this morning and completed a 20 page memoir essay for my Urban Voices class. I guess I decided to reward myself by looking at Blythe photography on yatabazah's flickr account. This guy has to be a little off. His pictures are just so amazing. Then I googled him and discovered he has a website. He's like a Blythe engineer, literally. He makes custom Blythe dolls, gives them human hair and customizes Blythe dolls of color.

Hello, and welcome to my life.

FINALLY!!!

Dress made by theFuture on etsy.com

It came with a little white underwear dress and a tiny shoulder bag! We were very happy. I can't wait to get the pants! More of my Blythe pics here.

The Latest

I have ordered clothes for Blythe on Esty which have not yet shown up. I ordered them on the April 10th. I'm a bit annoyed. Blythe is wearing a freaking poncho,leggings and boots. She needs her summer wardrobe. Oh well. If her new clothes don't arrive today I'll have to take action.


My third Blurb book came in yesterday. The size, the cover, just precious, vibrant colors, but it was the wrong book! They sent me someone else's book with my cover on it. Well I had to send it back and they've already sent me back the correct one but, dag! I was really looking forward to that. Poo!

So lastly some good news. I've been on the hunt the last few days for a place that sells red bean ice cream by the carton and have been to all the specialty places, like Whole Foods, Balduccis and even Fairway but have come up with nothing. Today Amanda told me about The Chinatown Ice Cream Factory. Please click that link! The list of flavors they sell is insane! And it's none of this cookie dough, caramel swirl, gummi bear chunk stuff. I've only been served red bean ice cream at Chinese or Asian restaurants. The color is vague. It's kind of a pinkish/lavenderish color and it has a sort of subtle but sweet flavor. It's hard to describe but I love it. This information can be found in Amanda's Zine which I helped to edit but which I cannot link because it is in hard copy format. I will try to find a cover shot.

Chances are I will be going to the Chinatown Ice Cream Factory after work. And then I will go home and finish my freaking homework. God, I can't wait for this semester to be over.

A.K.A. Love

HUMDI, LILA, ALLAH, JEHOVAH, YAHWEH, DIOS, MA'AT, JAH, RASTAFARI, FIRE, DANCE, SEX, MUSIC, HIP-HOP

Before and After

I watch this tree a lot whenever I pass this way from my apartment on my way to work or wherever. I often feel like I'm missing out on something in life I really love when I have to pass by it instead of stopping and spending time. Since I was born, my mom would take my brother and I to the botanical garden in Brooklyn just about every week. I know that garden like it was my own backyard. But in those days it was still a quiet and precious atmosphere. You could sit in the grass for hours without being bothered by the noise of crowds and tourists or cameras clicking. It's hard to believe it was ever this way when I visit it now. Hanging out in the garden as a kid and growing up there has cultivated a need in me to meditate on nature whenever I have the opportunity. When I was a child, it was so often a part of my normal routine that I was barely aware of it. Who knew what meditation was. I was just that kind of child. I would space out infrequently sitting in some tree staring at gentle ripples in a lake. My mom never discouraged it. She was too busy doing the same thing.

Now that I'm an adult and so much emphasis is placed on being focused and concentrated and disciplined and organized, I miss that feeling of floating freely, of letting nature wash over me, and even, in the brief moments when I do get to do this, it feels false because I know it's only temporary. It feels as if I have to steal the time these days when as a child, it was simply there every day. I guess the logic in our society is that the only time we get that time again is through retirement, riches or death.

I think that my life, in some way has always been dedicated to reclaiming that time through my art. Even in my darkest hours I have never truly let go of it. I don't ever intend to.

Realized

I was just looking back at my blog when I came across a list of New Years resolutions I'd written at the beginning of this year and I was kind of thrilled to discover that I'd actually fulfilled some of them

-A real vacation (out of the country preferably)
I will be going on vacation for a week in July not out of the country but a real vacation.

-Fly a kite
-Renew my passport
-A flat stomach
-A savings account with savings in it
Thanks to my tax refund I have been maintaining a savings account with actual savings in it. That feels good.

-An exercise regimen that I like (I hate the gym!)
-A skin regimen I can stick to (Until last week I slept with my make-up on. I know! It's not too late for me)
I have been washing my face just about every night using RX for Brown Skin by Susan Taylor as well as moisturizing with Clinique.

-Time to sit in peace and quiet to do something like meditate, minus the chanting.

-A pen-pal (yes,I still like writing with pen and paper.) An old friend from high school and I have decided to start writing each other the way used to when we hung out in high school. So far:Awesome!