Remember a few months ago when I was just about to leave the country and the “original” arrived at my door? It was dark when I opened her box and I didn’t have the opportunity to take a proper photograph of her. So here she is – in bunny ears of course.
Just before I left the country (and I’m talking minutes) the postie arrived at my door with a box containing a very special girl. She was a raven-haired Kenner Blythe from 1972/73!
I finally got to sleep. For a while, it was nice. I woke up, and still want a Kenner. Danggit. Normally these inclinations go away after sweet, reasonable sleep sets in!
Where are you, sweet, reasonable sleep?
It’s almost 1am here, and I’m sitting here waiting for some glue to dry on an Architectural model in my office. What to do? What else but to browse flickr and read articles on Blythe Life.
What a disaster.