Better late than...yeah. But not really.
So yes, this was on time for my FB post but it needed to be here, too! Happy belated but previously celebrated Birthday, purelytaintedkt!
Also, there needed to be a Lucy Appearance. ;P Her 7th Homeiversary was early this year--seven+ years, & I still haven't wired her kicky legs or redone her ghetto-touchedup faceup like I was swearing to by the end of the first sixth months. Ah, me. Still, how often do you see a Sharmin these days? All this time & still such a graceful sculpt. A sculpt that kicks & slaps like a mother, but elegant & feminine so long as you keep out of range.
Her ghosty new dress is courtesy of Mom, who apparently bought a vintage doll somewhere & promptly dress-jacked it. She came by, whipped it out of her purse, & practically hopped up & down while I carefully wrangled it on. She also specified "the stripey tights & lots of that crazy jewelry." She's come a long way from "why is there a doll on your mantle & why is it looking at me?" Possibly because her other grandchildren are so unsatisfactory? Lucy is her super special favourite no matter what else I might buy, so if any vintage doll's going to get dress-jacked around Mom, it's likely to be one in Sharmin size.
In personal news, my foot breaks are healing but I'm still in a freaking cast up to my knee & an evil brace of doom on the other ankle, I started PT & something they had me do threw my back out in an epic fashion (I have yet to go back...) & last week I fell out of bed. I have risers for underbed storage, so it was a long fall. My head landed in my delicate little gilded Italian trash can, which oddly saved me from concussion AND didn't break. The fact that a heroic, intact trash can is the high point of the past, umm, while, pretty much says everything, yes?