Absolutely over the moon with my new Himstedt, Tilly, from 2003. I know, I said my third 2005, the Egyptian, was my last, but I'm back to a proper coven of Himmies and want the Nepalese boy now too. Himstedts are never a disappointment. They had some late Summer and Winter Kinder at The Doll Outlet, so I got to see them in person. I thought they'd be bigger like the Atlanteans. Tilly is perfect, not too big or small. I got her NRFB thanks to getting outbid on another and selling a Cissy, aka Doll Magic. *Thank You, Grandma, Aunt Tilly, and Mummy!* I've sold seventeen dolls in the last ninety days, all sorts, and bought five, so I'm getting better. I usually sell one and buy two. Two are big Himstedts though. The Corpse Bride is on the way. I only spent a dollar more than The Mattel Shop because she is coming to Amazon in September like Beetlejuice and Elvira. Hope the toy hacks lose their shirts. Frankie says forget Tilly, he loves the box. Stay tuned, I'm having my coffee but just got some adorable shots of Arthur. He is so sweet. TTYL...
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Monday, August 18, 2025
Saturday, August 16, 2025
It Just Keeps Getting Better
Ron's birthday weekend has been a blast from the start. Yesterday we started V is for Vendetta before heading to the horse track. I lost twenty dollars on the horses and a dollar on the slots but came home with a hat, t-shirt, and stuffed horse. It was loads of fun. DOC also arrived in time for Doc Holliday's birthday, and we read it on the way to the casino and in the car today. So far I've only found three typos to fix, a missed space, a comma instead of a period that asshole intelligence missed, and a missed quote. I'll fix it. We are up to page 164 already, it's a riot. After returning home I finished V is for Vendetta which was awesome and not what I expected. Then I sold another of Mummy's Treasures on Ebay. The boys had me up until four. The Madame Alexander Mamie Eisenhower doll was in my Ebay cart, and I considered buying her. I knew I was going to get her for Ike. I had sweet dreams for Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog. I'm up to page 133 in that. We got up today, and I sold an old painting, The Black Dahlia. I have heard about the doll shops in Lancaster since I moved out here nineteen years ago. Ron takes me to the auctions and shows. The Doll Outlet had Mamie. She's from 1973. I think Ike is from 1987, Enesco. I'm taking a break but IKE, another musical satire, will be sooner than later. Then we went to a fabulous fifties diner. It was better than Happy Days. It was right by where my brother and I had played pirate miniature golf. What's more, the steamboat motel, where I always wanted to stay with Purple Witch, is also there all within walking distance of a theater. There was a doo-wop concert there tonight. I wonder if that is where Purple Witch might be going to see Slayer in September. I'll have to look into it because I could get a room at the steamboat motel. Then, Ron stopped at yet another doll shop, The Doll Boutique, where I got this sweet dress for Frannie who had been wearing Marcella's dress since The Letitia Penn Doll Club's Christmas at The William Penn. That was a Schoenhut theme, but Red Witch and Little Ron will be at this year's with an early dollhouse theme. Good times! If I'm back in September I'll pick up a slicker for Frannie. TTYL...
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