I'm Baaaaack...for a bit anyway!

My friends, I am beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel! I've actually begun to work on my doll/sewing/writing room. Is that amazing? Is that fantastic? Are the clouds clapping their hands in glee? So okay, probably not. But I am at least beginning to have some hope that I will see the floor again in here, perhaps e're this year ends even. Then we shall see what comes forth, shall we not? No, no. I am not promising dolly stuff. Not at all. Don't you remember? It will be when it IS. That is Cryptic for "when you see the picture in your e-mail on the dolly lists, then there will be actual stuff for sale right here on Dolly Diva Designs, which you can then purchase for ridiculous prices." I'm not saying which way ridiculous, mind you. It depends on how needy I am at the time! Or how much it cost me to make or put forth or otherwise procure said merchandise. But I do promise that I will entertain all offers as I want to get rid of some stuff around here. I do NOT want to die with all my toys. I want them to be scattered about across the land in good homes with responsible parents, you know?

Okay. What else has been happening around here? Well, I have written a piece of fiction. Can you imagine? ME? Fiction? Who woulda thought it? I do have a small amount of literary imagination. I have, for example, imagined that I would be deep in Merchandising Land by now, making and selling doll clothes, doll clothes patterns of my own design, thinning the mass of dollhood in my garage by offering the ladies for sale—NO! Not THAT way! They would be adopted by above mentioned responsible parents, etc. etc. etc., and be beautifully clothed. Also, there would be wonderful designs flowing from my pen and paintbrush, making them whine and pule to their new mothers—and fathers too, of course—about how if they really were loved and adored they would have lots more clothes like the ones on Shirley's blog, and like that. You know how they are, those doll girls. Always wanting this trinket, that outfit, those shoes, a couple handbags to match, hats, gloves, and on and on. Not to mention the occasional boyfriend with an extensive wardrobe of his, uh, their own. Let's not even mention the sports equipment they would need....

So I'm still dreaming. So maybe someday those dreams will come true. Keep looking, folks. You may soon be ... Now, Shirl. Do NOT get the hopes of these people, their dolls, and the rest of the civilized (and uncivilized too why not) world—where was I oh yeah—up! Remember? Picture on Doll List? 

Heh. Okay. See you guys later. I've got some work to do!

Tah!