Update

I’m going to do a quick TL;DR version of what would otherwise be a very long, rambling post (I’d know, I just wrote it, it’s three pages – yuck).

Got a job in with a company that wanted me to travel; it was supposed to take quite a while (est. 10 to 18 months).  In-character, I decided to have Eve move on the blog as well, the idea is that her surroundings would change with mine and it wouldn’t be weird.  Of course, there was also some in-character drama to mask all of this – Eve & Cole breaking their engagement, which I have since reversed and re-written to change history – but really, it was so I could get moved/settled, and…maybe so I could have another male doll for Eve’s new love interest (because I have a doll addiction).

Lamenting relying on my other half to mail my dolls to me (because he’s a procrastinator extraordinaire) to a friend and fellow doll-enthusiast, we’ll call him Mitch, he suggested I send the dolls to him so he could forward them.  Unfortunately, he was going to be deployed at the time (military family), so he asked his sister, we’ll call her Ellen, if she could be the re-router for me.  She agreed.  I was thrilled to have somewhere safe to send the dolls. 

The package contained the dolls, some clothes (doubling as padding), and it was insured up the arse with fragile stickers all over it.  Post-sendoff, my (now former) employer delayed my departure.  If that wasn’t bad enough (it was!) Ellen deployed before my box arrived (short notice, a hazard of the job), leaving it to be signed for by her husband, who we’ll call Randy.  No biggie…right?

Wrong.  So, so wrong. Someone signed for the package, sure.  But it wasn’t Mitch, or Ellen, or Randy. 

That’s right, someone out there signed for my dolls and took the package, but it was no one I’d sent it to.  If you’re flabbergasted by this, you’re not alone.  Who would do something like this?! Clearly these dolls are custom, why would someone just keep them?

As far as the post office is concerned, that parcel was delivered.  I spent months on the phone & emailing with the post office. They refunded some of the insurance money, but because it was delivered, there’s nowhere else to go with it. Dead end. The box containing my doll wardrobe (my intended backdrop) and some of my favorite clothes arrived, but not the box with my dolls.

I haven’t seen my dolls since the autumn of 2018 and I likely never will again.  I miss them.  I miss blogging, too.   When I decided to get back to it, around August, I knew I was going to need a new doll. 

Let me just say, this is not a fun post, and I’m sorry for it.  I wish I could say I was still holding out hope that Eve & her friends were somewhere, waiting to get back to me, but it’s been nearly a year.  I miss them.  I know it sounds silly, really, I do – but they had a lot of sentimental value to me.

I’ll be resuming blogging here shortly (I thought it was apt to start up on Halloween, as that was when my first and final posts from Eve happened), with a new doll.  And now you know why I disappeared, and why we’re all going to have to get used to an entirely new face (though, from what I know of Betty’s work, she’s going to be gorgeous :) ). 

Thanks for stopping by, and hopefully I’ll see you again soon. 

DIY Jack-O-Lantern

DIY Jack-O-Lantern

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!