Hello, Dolly (New Friend! ^_^)

So, um, I play Bratz.

NOTE: Bratz are dolls, and not, in fact, German sausage, despite what some people will crack wise in a sad and utterly transparent attempt to seem more mature and interesting than they actually are. *Halo.*

Note also that where other people may legitimately collect dolls (usually vintage Barbie), I debox mine and play with them, so it's very honest for me to say that I play Bratz. Not often, mind. Much of the time they sit on the shelf, but they are all deboxed in a line and are intended to be, well, toyed with.

So. There was this large church rummage sale in the city, and Bratz doll resulted.

( Inane squee about Bratz. )

( Further inane squee: my pretty. )

/tmi.

ETA: Oh I found this pretty bracelet at the bottom of the bag and it's perfect for her!

I also have random literature and a garish orange 1970's dessert set based on the unicorn tapestries.

It's possible my sense of taste is a law unto itself. Or a force of nature.

Of course, earthquakes are also a force of nature. XD

Thus is life.