according to a story that my friends tell strangers whenever the opportunity arises, i was supposedly seen sitting on the floor surrounded by [ok I own a couple] barbie dolls and talking to them. the truth of the matter is that i was updating their seasonal wardrobes - it’s just not right for aloha barbie to wear a string bikini all year when she has various lovely muumuus and kaftans to show off.
but if i had been surrounded by these geisha dolls and other fantastic soft toys, which my friend samara makes, i reckon it would have been acceptable and I would have a clean adult-like image. how can you not want to have one, or two or three of these geisha dolls, perched on your bookshelf?
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