The mail lady called bright and early this morning.

She's a kicky, squirmy little thing. But she meets my minimum criterion of being able to sit up and stand on her own. Her legs are wired, but she still twitches and suchlike. I'm not sure if it's safe to have her clothes on her before she gets coated with Dullcoat, and I'm looking at how she's put together and trying to think if I would be able to coat her without taking her apart. Because with those tiny fishline loops on her hands n feet I'm not sure I could get her back together. Her head I'm a little more confident about... but I'm trying to just approach her slowly so that I don't get overwhelmed like I did with that big Obitsu that I had.
Erm, am I a grouch if I admit that I don't really see what all the fuss is about? Don't get me wrong, she's beautiful and tiny and I like her muchly- muchly, but BJD still don't hit me as the ultimate doll.
LOL, but I can so see her becoming the family cat. She's the right size in relation to everyone else and all that. So the cat walks upright and wears clothes, so do a lot of teddy bears.
I don't know if I'm going to paint her at all. The cat I loved was white on hot days. This one is tentatively named after her for now. Feely-cat.
Wow, now I find that I miss Ophelia.