It was while writing my 2015 round up that I realised how different my photography of dolls has – I’d like to think improved – over the year. So for today’s post – I thought I would focus on one of my favourite dolly-related activities – taking photos of the girls, and how I go about doing so. Hopefully there will be some handy tips in there.
Nori, BB-8, Mr Husband and myself wish you all a very happy holidays!
The next couple of weeks is going to be hectic, but that doesn’t stop you from realising that your Sphero-BB-8 is the perfect size for a Blythe Doll Companion. My brother picked him up for me for Christmas, and of course, I had to get my favourite muse (with antlers) out for a Christmas spin, and explore.
Our last two legs of our trip were through the foothills of Iceland and then a quick stopover in Copenhagen- where among other things Nori, my husband and I accidentally crashed the World Santa Clause Convention.
It’s been a hectic couple of weeks after Iceland, and we jumped over to Copenhagen for a few days before I ended up back home. I’ve only just now been able to get the rest of the photographs off my camera, but I wanted to share with you mine and Nori’s second half of adventure in Iceland!
Last week, we touched down in the fantastical land of Iceland. By this, I mean we flew into the summer of no sunsets, through layers of clouds to touch upon this green island with steaming geysirs and powdery green slopes filled with purple, yellow and blue flowers.
Over the last few days I’ve been frantically wrapping up things in London before I headed to Iceland. I managed to find a few moments to take Nori for a walk and head to Big Ben, the challenge put to me by Olive. First up, there was a tube strike, so I walked from the British Museum down to the river, past Covent Garden. Seriously, the city plays like a Monopoly board.
I had a bit of down time, and finally managed to brave the crowds of London to take Nori out for a bit. First off, we visited Harrods, which was just oozing in luxury and money. I made my way through the floors until, exhausted, I managed to find a tea room which sold cakes and tea in beautiful Wedgewood crockery. I then tried my best to give myself diabetes, by consuming a cake on my own.