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Prince of the Apocalypse, ver. Remix
Sasha Blaze
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A fun but not especially looterrific morning was had by Etienne, me, and a non-resin friend at the Topeka doll show. Etienne got enough admiration and cries of Oh, is that one of those--those--what do you call them? From Japan? Shirley, come and look at this doll! to turn his head for good. (Even though we were asked once whether he was Harry Potter, and twice whether he was a girl.) Only one person took down his jeans to see his (rather underwhelming, I admit) equipment, but she had special permission.

The haul: a vintage wine goblet and a pair of tan ribbed socks, Hound size; an Eliza Doolittle hat, Sia size; and an Indian buffet lunch, human size.

When we came home, there was a package waiting in the mailbox:











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*snorfle* Aw, she DID ask first. And of all my big guys, Etienne would be the least likely to object, anyway. ^__^

Susan and I agreed that the SD16 package is also underwhelming. And lumpy, heh.

It was a hoot to learn that Susan and Leslie have been enabling people all over Kansas City. Jean Ann Ovel (one of the owners of Still Plays with Dolls in Overland Park) now has a Haute Hound and a Heath--though I gather they're still sitting in their boxes, poor devils.

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