Monster
I got a phone call from my sister one day and she said "How much does one of those Blythe dolls cost?"
My immediate reactions was to lie, lie, then lie some more. I had no idea why she was asking, and I was sure they was some kind of reason so I hedged: "Well, it depends but generally since they have to be imported and shipped here and stuff, they're around maybe $100." And then, even though I was on the phone with her and she was thirty miles away, I ducked. She's not stupid, most of my doll boxes are at the house and she does know how to count. Instead she said "Oh. My friend is in Thailand and I told her to buy me a Blythe doll since she knew what they were but she said they were $300." American dollars? "Yeah, she said they were $300 but I didn't think you would pay that much for something without seeing it first." Which was exactly true.
So about a week later, I get an email from my sister's phone with a crappy cellphone pic entitled "Blythe's Thai cousin." I would have thought it was an image she swiped off the internet except that the doll was mostly definitely in our kitchen.
I went up there today and she had already forgotten about it. I asked her if she was going to give it to me for Guavidad and she was surprised that I would want this ugly ass knock-off. She thought it was just a funny joke and put it away in a closet somewhere so the kids wouldn't find it. She said her friend knew that she wanted her to buy a Blythe but that they were too much so she got her this thing, a Blybe.
Which cost the equivalent of $10. Yes, ten lousy US dollars. I told her the knock-offs sell for almost as much as a real doll on eBay and her eyes lit up. She has another friend going to Thailand in February and she plans on sending her off with an extra suitcase and telling her to stock up. I'm sure she'll forget by then but who knows?
It even has the blythedoll.com and mobile site listed.
Yes, Frosty Frock. Almost fooled me there!
At least it came with a badge picturing actual Blythes.
My sister made the mistake of leaving the room to answer her phone. So I made like a NASCAR pit crew and carefully took Monster out of the box so I could have a closer look and put her back together, all under three minutes.
Sleep eyes! And no pull string. Her face looks like it's made out of Zapf baby doll plastic, which is trippy. Basically, she looks like an overgrown dime store doll.
With high heel feet! Same packaging as Takara uses too. Man, that dress was so cheaply made.
But she DOES have a clover stand. And a comb.
I think my sister was disappointed that I wanted the doll (it's going under the tree for me). I think she wanted to keep her. Actually, I think she wants a real doll. I am torn. If I give her a real Blythe, she might get into it and I do not want those worlds colliding. But if I don't, she might go off and get one on her own and it's bound to be something ugly from Valley of the Dolls. Actually, I think she wanted 子供のとき but that shit wasn't going to happen (That was funny. She immediately recognized that the doll was supposed to look like a juvenile me.). She took a photo of me holding her, and with me holding her and Monster so I should think about putting Scalp 2 onto New Ebony and digging up some nice clothes for her. I doubt very much I would ever do that, but I will think about doing it.
My immediate reactions was to lie, lie, then lie some more. I had no idea why she was asking, and I was sure they was some kind of reason so I hedged: "Well, it depends but generally since they have to be imported and shipped here and stuff, they're around maybe $100." And then, even though I was on the phone with her and she was thirty miles away, I ducked. She's not stupid, most of my doll boxes are at the house and she does know how to count. Instead she said "Oh. My friend is in Thailand and I told her to buy me a Blythe doll since she knew what they were but she said they were $300." American dollars? "Yeah, she said they were $300 but I didn't think you would pay that much for something without seeing it first." Which was exactly true.
So about a week later, I get an email from my sister's phone with a crappy cellphone pic entitled "Blythe's Thai cousin." I would have thought it was an image she swiped off the internet except that the doll was mostly definitely in our kitchen.
I went up there today and she had already forgotten about it. I asked her if she was going to give it to me for Guavidad and she was surprised that I would want this ugly ass knock-off. She thought it was just a funny joke and put it away in a closet somewhere so the kids wouldn't find it. She said her friend knew that she wanted her to buy a Blythe but that they were too much so she got her this thing, a Blybe.
Which cost the equivalent of $10. Yes, ten lousy US dollars. I told her the knock-offs sell for almost as much as a real doll on eBay and her eyes lit up. She has another friend going to Thailand in February and she plans on sending her off with an extra suitcase and telling her to stock up. I'm sure she'll forget by then but who knows?
It even has the blythedoll.com and mobile site listed.
Yes, Frosty Frock. Almost fooled me there!
At least it came with a badge picturing actual Blythes.
My sister made the mistake of leaving the room to answer her phone. So I made like a NASCAR pit crew and carefully took Monster out of the box so I could have a closer look and put her back together, all under three minutes.
Sleep eyes! And no pull string. Her face looks like it's made out of Zapf baby doll plastic, which is trippy. Basically, she looks like an overgrown dime store doll.
With high heel feet! Same packaging as Takara uses too. Man, that dress was so cheaply made.
But she DOES have a clover stand. And a comb.
I think my sister was disappointed that I wanted the doll (it's going under the tree for me). I think she wanted to keep her. Actually, I think she wants a real doll. I am torn. If I give her a real Blythe, she might get into it and I do not want those worlds colliding. But if I don't, she might go off and get one on her own and it's bound to be something ugly from Valley of the Dolls. Actually, I think she wanted 子供のとき but that shit wasn't going to happen (That was funny. She immediately recognized that the doll was supposed to look like a juvenile me.). She took a photo of me holding her, and with me holding her and Monster so I should think about putting Scalp 2 onto New Ebony and digging up some nice clothes for her. I doubt very much I would ever do that, but I will think about doing it.
posted by CMURB at 11:12 PM
2 Comments:
This story terrified me. Not the clone part, but the part where you deboxed her and then reboxed her all before your sister came back into the room. The suspense!!
Well, if she'd've caughten me, she would have just told me to take it home and not put it under the tree. I just like keeping my speed-deboxing skillz in tune.
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