vintage baby.

even though i feel i was a bit let down by people i've helped, i won't let it spoil the hobby for me.
i still love my dolls as much as when i bought them.

maybe some small pleasures are to be kept private.
maybe one should trust the old friends (those who have passed the test of time) more than the new ones, no matter how alike they seem to be.

that's some new lessons learnt in this brand new year. :)

tonight is the night

Maybe you cannot tell by the pic, but it's HUGE.

In the end it will become a soup on november 1st.
Or will be oven roasted, with lots of olive oil on top.
yum.

I really don't know if I should just eat and remain a size 12 and happy or starve, drop one or two dress sizes and become a total bitch. :) The answer to this apparently no brainer is not so easy. Sometimes my weight doesn't help to improve my humour. There are days where I look at the mirror and see a healthy, curvy girl. Others I feel a shame, a failure and want to weight 9 stone again.

I do not eat when sad or anxious. Actually, if I feel really low I won't eat at all. Some weeks ago I was down for some of my pet random reasons and didn't eat for almost three whole days. I eat when I'm happy. I eat because I like it. And yes, I do like junk food, but also healthy food prepared by Cutie pie with fresh ingredients.

Maybe the unanswered question will keep popping into my head for a little longer.
In the meantime... Would you pass the cookie jar, please?

More halloween pics. Modelling, little Bathory:

Ops... TOO MUCH CANDY!

weekend report

Friday was nice, Alaric cooked us a wonderful dinner; salmon with Jersey new potatoes (so fresh the mud around them was still wet), roasted carrots and broccoli - ages since I ate it, though the english variety tastes and looks a bit different from the broccoli we eat in Brazil.

Thank you, my love (aka The Best Cook in the World) - it was delicious. :)

On saturday afternoon, after a lazy, long morning in bed, I decided to do a bit of window shopping and pestered Alaric to take me to The Gooseberry Bush, a gorgeous shop with lots of country stuff. I wish I was brave enough to take pictures inside, but the lady doesn't seem to be very friendly... Whatever. I found a small fairy pink dress, very girlie, that I had to take home. I knew exactly who was going to try it on:

At night we had dinner at Zanzibar with Alaric's client and her boyfriend. Both very nice people. I decided to join them in the last minute, when I realized the other two couples wouldn't make it. A bit unsocial, maybe, but I would hate just to sit there listening to them talking about taxes and money. And obviously being unable to join (due my complete lack of knowledge/interest in both subjects) and feeling invariably left out.

And sunday was spent in front of the TV, reading newspapers and frying frozen coxinha (brazilian recipe, some sort of pastry around chicken meat) bought by Alaric in London. Pure joy.

See, not that bad. But when you spend your whole week inside the house in front of the computer because the weather is so miserable you don't feel like even opening a window... You really put a lot of expectation on your weekend.
Oh well. I'll have to transfer my plans to the next weekend. Hopefully. :)

I gave Emmaleth the 12mm Special Aqua eyes that I got from Gina Rolo on DoA.

Those eyes are absolutely gorgeous. :)

And look - the dress has even small wings... aww. Little cute fairy, she is.

A few beautiful things to brighten up my day

Today it's mother's day in Brazil.
In a few hours I'll be calling mine to tell her that I love her. You never know how important some people are to you untill they're gone forever - what a ridiculous cliche, but you can't escape some of them.My dad is here with me. He is not bothering me at all, which is being a pleasant surprise. He still thinks the food here is weird, is finding it hard not being able to read the papers or watch TV, or even having to go to bed when there's still a bit of light. But overall I fell he's liking the experience of being abroad for the very first time. And I'm happy I was, in some way, able to make it all possible to him.

Now, on to my beloved little darlings. I know I have posted this picture of Morrissey in her bed before, but it's so cute I cannot resist.

With Calamity...


Gorgeousness.

Coming out of the dark

Sunday night I'll be flying to Rio, and I cannot express how happy I am about it. Gonna see mum, dad, pals, home, my stinky blue bedroom, my beloved chantilly, the sun, and wander around in little dresses and flip flops. Going out at night with my girliefriends and drink our livers rotten. Life is full of colours again, but will be lacking of love, as I'm leaving my heart here in Jersey.

Erm... husband:

I hope his mum will be all settled down in the cottage when I come back. She is being a sweetie so far, but I really don't feel at ease with people sharing the house 24/7 with me. Not even my own mother, that's why she used to drive me mad sometimes.

I'm having fun with this little one:

I am not sure if I'll buy all of them, having just the blue haired one makes her special. Good thing, even some PETITE BLYTHES outfits fit her... And she's almost twice their size. Amazing.

Smile to the camera:



I am trash and buy cheap awful cookies just because they look pretty.



Rhiannon disagrees, and she really wanted me to try a few. If only Atkins would let me.



With the daffodils...



Isn't she gorgeous?



Thank you photoshop by the way, for making this ordinary picture look awesome.

I love Barbie collectibles (she's a Peter Rabbit/Beatrix Potter). Too bad Barbie bodies are so... unnatural and cheap. I wish Mattel would use MyScenes bodies for Barbies, they are absolutely perfect - but I much prefer Barbie sweet little faces than MyScenes oversized lips and eyes. And those latest MyScene BLING... God, it hurt my eye, I *mean* it.

the fabulous destiny of marie lastrange

Me and Hubby went to Ikea twice when in Bristol.

We ate those delicious swedish meatballs with a gravy-from-heaven that I wasn't able to identify, plus the best chips in the UK and cranberry sauce. It was so good, like "brazilian-mall-food" (I really miss it).

We bought an entire kitchen, beautiful in white with tongue-and-grove pannels. A gorgeous iron daybed for my pink craft/toys bedroom, small matching wardrobes for the closet, bedside tables, lots of kitchen stuff, vases, decorative things, crokery... So much cheaper than in Jersey. From Laura Ashley we got some curtains, tablelights, candlesticks, cushions... From Homebase we got the wall lights, garden lights, curtain poles, etc.

The house is becoming reality. The house I've always dreamed I'd live in. Dark furniture, country looking. Windows overlooking bucolic gardens and the distant chimneys from the old granite cottages surrounding. A bedroom just for me, my dolls, my paper stuff, my computer. A blue bathroom with a big bath where I will submerge in hot water in winter afternoons. Silent, away from the rest of the busy, noisy and evil world. With a boy who loves me and understands every weird, dark and disgusting bit of my soul. And it's in England, the country I've always dreamed to be.

Sometimes I think it's too much for me. And that I will die before all these things come true completely. I don't really care. The mere anticipation of this pleasure plus everything I already have is enough to justify my existence so far.

I really do not *need* to live much more, to achieve much more.
THIS is the time of my life.
And I am glad I still have my open eyes to see it and my beating heart to love it.