are waiting. No, not pregnant ... or at least not exactly. XD In August, after months of indecision, I decided that I would take a BJD, a ball jointed doll, commonly and erroneously called dollfie.
For over a year I'd be discouraged by the idea that I had to wait months from order to delivery, the dollar probably would have been stopped by customs for a period not sympathetic stated that it was a strange passion, perhaps temporary, for a person who has stopped soon to play with dolls and that he never missed, and - among other things - even the cost of these small works of art.
Then I convinced myself. Obviously, since I indecision in person, I've flipped all the possible sites to search for the perfect dollar. I searched the bodies and mold, until I came across her.
Seeing the images on the site of Fairyland had long intrigued me, but I confess that seeing her wig like that I remained in doubt. The love is real fire here and watching the pictures taken by the owners to their Miyu, with different cuts and different customizations. * __ * Too beautiful, sweet but also versatile. I found myself just imagine his background, of course tragic, but not too much. u_u
So I did, I ordered.
And given the thousands of ideas that came to her ideas about her past but not only, I fear / hope that it will be my only bjd.
I like to have a new way to vent my sick imagination, with no limit whatsoever. * O *
I like less, actually, the fact that the young lady will be here only a few among their number does not say * not * depressed weeks. But
stoically resist.
I hope.
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