I was looking at this online catalogue during my lunch break and it made me think of all the dolls I've had and sold in the past...

Since I'm anal by nature I made a list (names in bold characters mean I still have the doll) and it goes like this :
- Mondrian (had two, sold one)
- Hollywood
- Rosy Red
- All Gold In one
- Kozy Cape (had two, sold one)
- Aztec Arrival
- Sunday Best
- Bohemian Beat
- Asian Butterfly (had two, sold both)
- Picca
- Skate Date
- Rouge Noir
- Cinnamon Girl
- Tea for Two
- Disco Boogie
- Nike
- Fancy Pansy
- Love Mission
- Fruit Punch
- Pow Wow Poncho
- Velvet Minuet
- Silver Snow
- Lounging Lovely
- Happy Every Day
- Groovy Groove
- Black Berry Bush
- Samedi Marché
- French Trench
- Last Kiss
- Gentle River (to be sold soon)
- Miss Sally Rice
- Mrs Retro Mama
- My Best Friend

I hadn't realized I'd sold so many dolls...
Blythou out.

A great big thank you to everyone who commented on my previous entry. You all made perfect sense. I need to step back and stop reading forums (except for a chosen one I love).

Blythou out.

… why I'm no longer into Blythes.

I used to love it when it was a relatively underground hobby, when there were few & well done websites, etc... Now the whole thing has turned into a mayhem. Everyone has an Etsy store selling the same stuff. Everyone customises their dolls because if you don't, you're not really into Blythe or whatever. Everyone has a crappy Blythe page where the same infos are rehashed to d

Blythe has become a cheapened commodity. I'm sick of seeing the ugly customs popping up everywhere. But more than that, I'm sick of all the morons that get attracted to her.

I've always had a hard time fitting into large communities, liking really popular stuff. Call me elitist or snobbish, I won't mind, I know I am. I just have a tough time liking something that girls who have no taste & no brains like. It scares me.

On the other hand, I feel sad and lonely inside without Blythe in my life... I hardly ever crochet, I've given up on the idea of sewing again, piles of unused clothes are accumulating on my shelves and unattended dolls are scattered around. And I no longer take a single photo even though I really wanted to get better at it.

I can't wait for the moronic hordes to turn their moronic attention to something else. Please, go away, ok ? You've ruined so much for me already.

Blythou out.

But I have the creeping feeling that by the end of next year, I'll probably have sold most my Blythes. It's not the first time this happened, except that, this time, I'm afraid it'll be for real. I've lost interest. Or maybe passion. The doll world has become too competitive. It's all about taking the best pictures, designing the best clothes, having the rarest dolls, knowing the latest news. It's a full time job and sorry, I already have one.

I'm and always will be a lousy photographer. I don't have the room or the talent to create a beautiful display for my dolls. I don't have the time to sew, I don't crochet that well even though I started years ago. 

I no longer feel like taking my dolls out with me and take pics, because I'm sad over the lack of comments on Flick'r and I know that the few friends who comment, do it out of... well, not pity, exactly, but it's pretty close.

Please, be sweet and don't tell me I'm a talented photographer/crafter and that you enjoy seeing what I do. I know I'm crap at the whole thing, I'm probably the least artistic person around, so please, please, don't bother to try to convince me of something I don't believe in.

Oh, and , I'm starting to think the dolls and their stuff are "clutter". Yes, my clutter-phobia combined with my cleaning obsession are beginning to *really* affect my life. It worries me sometimes.

Blythou out.

I've interviewed Kevin Barnes, leader of Of Montreal yesterday. He was very shy but sweet and funny... And wore the best pair of gigantic shades this side of the seventies.

He got to meet Alabee, my MSR, who's named after his daughter and the song he wrote for her, And So Begins Our Alabee.




After coming back from the interview, I had to lock Alabee in the doll cabinet, because I couldn't stand her bragging about meeting celebs and hanging out with rock stars. This morning, I've noticed the other girls all look fed up with her. I should really stop taking my Blythes along for interviews. It ruins their fragile egos and fucks with their already oversized heads.

And now, I'll go take my bucket of crazy pills and shut up.

Blythou out.

Please, meet Alabee, the newest member of the Rude Manor plastic clan :



Sorry for the horrid cell phone pic, but I'm too busy to do a proper photoshoot today (and the results wouldn't be *that much* better anyway).

Alabee's name has been picked by Thierry. She's named after a song from Of Montreal, one of our current favorite bands. We saw them in a small club in May and I had a great, uplifting time, just like I had when I saw the Flaming Lips (which inspired me to call my BBB Yoshimi).

If you want to watch the video for Alabee's song, just clickey :



Blythou out.

Drama over. She's here. I relented and went to the post office. And got very snappy with the postman who tried to not give me my package because it was under Thierry's name. And he couldn't find Thierry's written authorization on my behalf. I insisted. And I explained in my best psycho-about-to-explode tone that if his colleague had done his job yesterday, I wouldn't have to go there and retrieve the package myself and may I have the complaints register, please ?

He handed me my package instead.

I can be a real bitch sometimes, but it felt awesome !

Blythou out.

She arrived yesterday. She just wasn't delivered to my door, because stupid postman didn't ring my buzzer or left a fucking note in my mailbox. Just like he did with MRM.

So now, I'll have to go and queue at the post office to retrieve my package. And since I paid for an express delivery which means MY FUCKING PACKAGE SHOULD BE DELIVERED TO ME, I don't feel like going to the post office at all.

Today, I've got two interviews to do, an article to finish and mail, plus household stuff to do. I don't have time to waste on a trip to the post office. Of course, I really, really, really want to have my new doll, but the stupidly headstrong part of me tells me not to go retrieve her.

Yes, I'm dumb.
I know.

Blythou out.

Except it's a Tuesday.

The day started poopily with an Internet shortage while I was trying to browse my favorite websites while sipping my post-breakfast cup of green tea. Nothing upsets me more than a break in my comforting morning routine. I'm not a morning person at all, so I need little habits like those to make the whole "getting-out-of-bed-rise-and-shine" grind bearable.

My new doll has supposedly arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport and has left for delivery, but she hasn't made it yet. I need to buy fruit and vegs, it's beautiful outside, but there's no way I can go outside right now... If only the cats were trained to open the door to the mailman...

On a happier note, Pauline/dollishrubbish  (who brought me from Tokyo the Fall Whisper outfit just texted me to tell me she had a little something for me. I sometimes have faith in humanity for a few fleeting seconds ;-)

Here's a pic of Eleanor (previously known as Violet) wearing her new outfit :




Next on my list, take photos of the new Funny Bunny tees and the House Of Pinku dresses I bought for the girls.

Blythou out.

This is an interruption in our regular programme (you know, this whole redecorating business).

I want a Miss Sally Rice. Badly.

Right now, there are no BIN pre-order on e-bay, just regular auctions, so I won't even try... She's not available on HLJ or YesAsia...

So I'm starting to freak out a leeeetle bit. She might be totally impossible to get in the end. I'll get over it, I know...

But if anyone happens to be in Japan when she's released and can grab me a dolly, I'll pay for the doll + shipping + Paypal fee. Just drop me a line here : ANXIA (AT) NOOS (DOT) FR


That's a long shot, but still...

Blythou out

I'm disappointed that Babushka Beluga didn't win the Blythe beauty contest... I would have loved to own a Tituski ! (and a doll with eye-liner to match my usual make-up).

But congrats again to all the friends who made it to the finals. And major congratulations to Stellina who was so close to a victory !

Virginie, if you read this... well, next time you visit, you'll have to bring your paintbrush and give one of my dollies some eyeliner. You won't have any vodka or plum wine until you've done it, you know ;-))))


Blythou out.

Yesterday, I dropped by my friend Renan who needed help photographing some Blythe dolls he plans to sell. He needs the $$$, so he's parting with a bunch of mint lovelies (more about that in a separate post).

But once he got around to his Kozy, he simply said there was no way he'd ever sell her, because it's a gift from Tibi and I.

I then realised that in the past, I've sold several dolls that Thierry had given me. And I almost sold the FT that Tibi gave me for my birthday...

I came home thinking I might not be as good a friend/wife/partner as I think I am. And Pepper, my FT, will return to the cabinet this morning.

Blythou out.

- clothing lots
- my redhead KB with bangs (needs some fixing, though)
- my custom PWP

blythou out.

Since she arrived, Chicklette, my Retro Mama, went through a batch of ups and downs. First, I was so pissed off by everything surrounding her arrival that I didn't want to debox her and was pretty close to sell her, when Ginger told me that the poor dolly and I didn't deserve it. Since I always listen to my friend (she also listens to me, we're a strange mix of crazy and wise, go figure), I deboxed RM with a little help from fellow Blythe collector Isaline/Lollipop.

I fell in love with her, I named her Chicklette and plopped her on the couch. She's been there since, still in her stock clothing, waiting for me to snap her pic without being insistent. She's just a nice, quiet, little girl.

Yesterday, since we had friends coming over, I put her away in the Cabinet of Doom. Even though she was put on a stand, she fell over twice. And each time, she fell with her face against the glass, as if saying "LET ME OUT !"

I'm going to set her free right now. I'm afraid she'll refuse to be locked from now on, I gave her bad habits from the start...

Blythou out.

I'm thinning out my Blythe collection... My girls live in a casually smoking environment, but they're locked in a glass cabinet, so they don't have any nasty smells I can detect.

Please make me an offer for my Picca. She's the Limited edition, not the Encore. She's in mint condition, I can't see any flaw. She hasn't been customised in any way, but I've washed her hair a couple of times. She's sold nude, but with the red Blythe bag that was sold along with the doll.






Make me an offer for my custom PWP. Poohie has customised her. She's sanded her face, added pastel make-up, repainted the lips and gave her a razored layered cut. This doll is a stunner, my photos don't do her justice but you can see better pics there :







She's also sold nude. Her head hasn't been opened, so she's in very good condition.

You can make an offer by e-mail at : ANXIA (AT) ALICEADSL (DOT) FR.

Thanks for looking !

Blythou out.

I've been sorting out my girls' clothing. I'm going to sell a LOT of vintage Skipper and Licca stuff in the upcoming weeks, as well as a few dolls.

I've also decided to pack the dolls I don't play with but don't want to sell in order to have a more manageable collection that won't make me feel overwhelmed. I want to be able to enjoy Blythe again, like in the old days... And I'd love to sew, even though I haven't been near a machine for years and will need help at first.

Now off to cook. I've turned into Cooking Mama lately. I hardly ever eat what I cook, but I sure spend a lot of time in my kitchen !

blythou out.

And now, a little bad postal karma :

Yesterday, the postal assholes that were supposed to deliver again my wii-fit on tuesday tried to deliver it despite me calling a overpriced number to ask tell for a tuesday delivery, pretty please.

While I was at the post office, ANOTHER PACKAGE I was expecting was delivered. Now it's waiting for me at the post office. It's probably Retro Mama. Since I'm in a shitty mood, I don't want to go to the post office, queue again for 35 minutes like yesterday so I'll just leave the package there. If it's sent back to Japan, I don't give a shit.

Blythou out.

These days, I feel totally left out from the doll community. Mostly, it's my fault, I can't belong properly to any place, I'm somehow doing my Han Solo sooner or later. With the results of the beauty contest, it suddenly dawned on me : I just don't belong. That's all.

And once again, I'll have to see my friends go to Tokyo and have fun, while I stay home and work like the stupid workaholic geek that I am. And even if I decided to join them there, I probably wouldn't have fun either, I'd freak out, feel inadequate and end up drinking more than I should.

I hate my inability to connect and relax and have fun like a normal person.

BTW, I'm always complaining that I have very few doll buddies in Paris... Well, I make sure I always miss the Blythe meets there. I like a couple of French blythe fans (one of them reads this LJ and she knows who she is), but the rest of the pack are too young for me. They're the archetypal new blythe collector : manga enthusiast who's pretty much into anything Japanese because it's kawaiiiiii, deep into customisation, the pseudo-gothic look, pretending to be oh-so-tortured but eager to eat a ton of candy at every meet instead of getting smashed on hard liquor like true tortured souls do ;-)

Enough complaining for one day, bitch.

Blythou out.

I'm afraid I've caved in and bought a Retro Mama for a good price on evil bay.

Naughty Blythou. Naughty, naughty Blythou...

and now that poor yellow haired thing will join the rest of the neglected hordes in the glass cabinet of eternal doom and boredom. I'm sorry for her.

Blythou out.

I'm thinking of selling my redhead KB with bangs, my Cinnamon Girl, my Last Kiss & maybe My Best Friend.

Now, all I need is some spare time to take photos, make packages, etc. That part isn't exactly easy...

Blythou out.