So Pretty

So so so pretty.

I think about my dolls a lot because I'm totally ignoring them.  That is, they're on my mind a lot because I can't spend much time with them.  I need a good macro lens, and I want to go to Home Depot and build a nice, folding set for the larger ones.  The same special skill that allows me to create a costume based on looking at it makes me feel like I could do the same with a few planks of wood.  But it might require more tools than I actually own. 

And planning.

And a car.



This is something I've been wanting to do for years now, but wouldn't do because of the whole transportation issue.  And the whole "living on islands" issue.  Now ...

Now ... I'm landlocked and I'm sort of stuck with the whole dolly situation because I have to hide them in boxes at the bottom of my closet. 

The people I live with are nice enough, and they don't mess with my stuff.  BUT when they need to fix something they tend not to give me much notice, and they also let their small children tag along.  I couldn't fall asleep one night because the blue glow from my Wii was keeping me awake.  I hadn't touched the Wii in weeks, but "someone" had turned it on.  And this coincided with having to go into my closet to fix the furnace (and informing me as I was headed out the door). 

So I could keep my dolls out somewhere, or display them, but tiny hands might reach them whether I liked it or not.  Or the dog might come in and pee on them if they were too low (yep, that happened too--they let the dog in and he peed EVERYWHERE and no one noticed).  Or the man of the house would knock them over or some shit--he doesn't have a sense of handling other peoples' things with respect, which is interesting since he'd cut you if you scratched his Cadillac.

And the result is the poor dollies being neglected. 

Well, it's also the result of having not-enough free time. 

Actually, that's the root of a lot of my problems right now.

And the root of that is the damn car situation.  Mom still thinks it's cool to keep my car and not have anyone look at it "because it might stop making that noise if I take it to a mechanic."  Which means she gets to keep it, apparently. 

And the root of that being a situation ... is shitty public transportation.  They're doing construction at a busy intersection, so today I got on the bus at 5:23.  It's supposed to reach my stop at 5:21 (it never does, but it's supposed to).  I think I got home at 5:50, and only because the bus took a detour.  Then they made me get on another bus so they could make another detour and skip my stop. 

I get off work at 4:30.

And I don't make enough money to buy a car.

And the bus comes "once an hour" but not even that, anymore, because of the unpredictable delays.  100,000 people, and yet traffic problems like a big city at certain times of day.

So that's where we're at.  My job paying shit wages ---> no time for dolls. 

Might also help if I felt better.  Ever.  It sounds weird, but putting together dolly shots takes energy.