Doll accessories for the broke.

Collecting dolls can be expensive. Well, let's face it it is expensive. Even the smallest resin dolls coming in about £100, and that's without any of the extras such as clothes. So after scrimping and saving for months for your first doll it can be a little disheartening to see the prices of clothes and furniture. Granted there are many companies trying to bring down these prices and give collectors the best deal, but a full outfit can still cost you upwards of £40.

You can cut costs by making things yourself, finding free patterns all over the internet, using old clothes for fabric but for those without such skills there are other options.
Finding other dolls that have the same proportions as your chosen doll and using clothes designed for them.

Yo-SD dolls will fit many fashion doll clothes such as barbie and Moxie teenz.
MSD or SD dolls will fit Best friends club doll clothes though these will be very short.

Just see what's out there.

Jewellery can be another thing that turns out to be more expensive. A great tip is to check out your own jewellery box for old necklaces, bracelets and general stuff that you don't wear any more. A pair of pliers can be your best friend.

These little accessories were made from the details of an old choker.  



For furniture you can create from scratch, trawl antique shops or modify other doll furniture. I prefer the latter.
Out of a doll cot I made a bed and sofa with a ladder for my smaller dolls. I also have a wooden doll wardrobe that holds a lot more than you'd think.

Doll ownership is fun, and so it should be, but it is expensive. Save where you can and you won't regret it. 

MLP FIM avi's

Frreeeeeeeeeeee. Take one, you know you want to.

Feeling vaguely poetic

Memories of a family split by happen-stance, warmth under the eyes of legion. Learning like a child, seeing the world anew. Repeating. Over.
Sitting in the arms of my lover, familiar energy coursing through the air. Peace.     

'sigh'

So close yet so far. I felt the sensation of flying the other day. I miss it already. It felt like freedom.
Sadly today I'm ill. Not sure what's caused it but here it is, making me nauseous and fuzzy headed. And my paranoia is acting up. Mostly towards my mother. She's trying to protect me from things I've known about for a while. I wish she would just trust me to protect myself these days instead of weakening me and poisoning me to keep me away from it all. She still sees me as a weak child with no concept of the truth. I'm getting to grips with who and what I am and I don't mind it.
Even if it turns out that I'm what many would call a monster I wouldn't mind. That is my past, not necessarily my future. Those who have bathed in blood may become clean by bathing in water.
And the shadows hold no fear for me now.  But for my mother I think she fears the doors she has opened and the paths she has walked. Maybe, like me, she had no choice. She just needs to accept who she is and move on. The light can live with the shadows. They don't need to be so separate.

Times have changed and will continue to change. I am what I am the same as everyone else.

Gah...

I guess this is a rant. I'm getting so frustrated with myself. With my body. I watch these people around me who eat more and exercise a hell of a lot less than me wearing size ten clothes and finding life so damn easy. For goodness sake I walk at very least three miles every day, I'm lifting heavy things all day and I eat less than 1500 calories a day and I'm still, STILL, a size 16. I don't know what else I can do.
I want to be able to run without feeling so heavy. I want to be strong. Why is it every time I run my asthma plays up? My legs hurt and I can barely stand?!  It's not fare. I just want to be normal ! To be healthy!
I just want to be able to go a day without some part of me aching. A night without having to take my inhaler. I have a good diet. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I eat my damn vegetables, so why does my body hate me?! 
Even my hormones can't chill out and let me be. I don't want to be hyper one minute and crying my eyes out the next.
And the worst part? I've been to the doctor, there's NOTHING physically wrong with me. If I knew I was sick then maybe it would make it better somehow. I could understand it. I could deal with it. But no, I'm an apparently perfectly healthy, stressed, exhausted, overweight twentyone year old woman.
It just makes me want to scream sometimes.