The annual Super Cryptic Flash-Forward Entry! I really hope we're caught up by next Christmas and I don't have to do this again, but: here's what everyone's doing now, as opposed to the events of this July in the previous entryI can't put together Christmas presents for all of the Shelf at this point, but the dolls are actually a lot less obsessed ( Read more... )

Previously on The Secret Life of Dolls: I just went ahead and told Tonner Bella that Tonner Edward is a vampire, because life is too short. And then she and her sheep-herding yipyip dogs went to work at the Sparklerosa, and Clarice's frustrated little brain nearly exploded in a puff of woolly rage.

( And then, we all heard a low rumbling that was not fireworks )

Previously on The Secret Life of Dolls: Tonner Bella arrived, God help us all.

It looked like a Tonner Bella, anyway.

( Hi, yeah, I'm calling about a doll I ordered? )

Previously on The Secret Life of Dolls: I tried to get the more contentious Shelfians to Play Nice, but Anna threw the d6 under the bed, and then... UPS came.

"Oh my GOD, look at YOUUUUUU. You are just PRECIOUS, LOOK AT YOU."

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Previously on The Secret Life of Dolls: Tonner Edward ended up with a daily ghost tea party on his housekeeping schedule.

He wasn't happy about it, either. Ellowyne Two had finally achieved in death what she had been unable to manage in life: his undivided, voluntary attention.

Well, somewhat voluntary.

( A job worth doing is worth doing well )

Previously on The Secret Life of Dolls: Tonner Edward was sentenced to A Fate Worse (But Fortunately Less Permanent) Than Death: a week in his box.

And he came out of that box haggard and drawn, but suffering at least seemed to put him on a more even keel. (Of course, Edward Dollens as a species seem drawn to self-flagellation.) So I put him ( Read more... )

... that it's been a (pleasantly) busy week, and I won't be able to post the new Secret Life until tomorrow. Everything's fine; I'm just having some problems getting the entry to hang together. Also with getting pictures set up. As in, "I kind of need that bucket, you know... when you're finished with it. I mean. No hurry. Just... Do we have any ( Read more... )

Previously on The Secret Life of Dolls: Doll mortality. This week: Shelf justice.

So once again, we had a Shelf Justice Council, this time on my desk. ( Read more... )

Yesterday: A new Secret Life of Dolls. By the way, someone asked in the comments when the Cliffhanging Last Line would come to fruition. I had intended it more as Deep Foreshadowing to pay off at a much later date, but once I sat down and thought about it--it doesn't make much sense to put it off that long (in the scheme of things that only I know ( Read more... )

Before we begin: I am auctioning off a year of postcards from me, and... a year of postcards from The Littlest Edward at foresthouseeyes.

Previously on The Secret Life of Dolls: someone did a bad, bad thing.

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