odile and obsessions

I think that my love of dolls can also be traced back to this story. There's Emily, Sara's constant companion, and there is The Last Doll, with her fantastic wardrobe, who is to be Sara's final childish present. I've collected dolls for a long time now. Rag dolls, china dolls, cheap plastic and wire things from the 50s, cornhusks and barbies, nutcrackers and American Girls.

When I was about to turn 21, I decided that I too wanted A Last Doll. I had known about BJDs for some time, but at the time couldn't afford any myself. Lucky my father is a huge collector of toys and games, and understood when I didn't ask for something practical and mature (or alcoholic) for my birthday.

Aeda arrived at my parent's in November of 2005. I didn't get to see him until Christmas, but that didn't bother me. In fact, his entire genesis from blankfaced doll to custom creation was ridiculously slow. First, I was finishing college. Then I was moving around in the big city, finding a job, and devoting my free time to various other things. Although I did his faceup almost immediately, it wasn't actually until the spring of 08 that I started to pay serious attention to him. A few months later, when I could justify the amount of time I'd spent enjoying him, Cori came home too.

Spring 09 has been our first together, and I'm already getting twice the fun out of having too models. Hence the decision to FINALLY make a website. Where things go from here is a mystery . . .