A Mini blog of a crafter/hobbyist that bounces from knitting, crochet, BJDs, photography, polymer clay, and casting.
I really like owning, shopping for, modding and taking pictures of my BJDs, but very few people know about them because I’m a guy, and I don’t want to be made fun of. If anyone comes over and sees them accidentally, I just say that they’re action figures.
Image by BJDConfessions
I get it, I’m in the same boat. I just learned to not give any fucks. The Att people have come to my house about 5 times this year bc of internet and TV issues.
They see ALLL of my collection. I just stare them down. I’m 6’3” and tend to be taller than most of them. Most just ignore them. One guy stopped, stated, looked at me. I looked at him, glared, and he went back to work.
Friends know me and they give no fucks and if they do, I tell them to shove off. Got enough to worry about. I’m narcissistic I guess.
The Marzipan Man
Be quiet little children
As quiet as can be
Hide beneath your covers
Just in case he’ll hear.
Hold your breath, sweet children
Be as quiet as a mouse
Listen in case he’s creeping
There inside your house.
Lock up all the doors and windows
Put a boiling pot upon the grate
Lest the marzipan man comes a-calling
With his razor to cut your throat.
so my little Roro freezer baby shall be known as The Marzipan Man
I haven’t really played with my camera much for the last few months … so decided to get it out and practice a bit. I’m so freaking rusty >,<
i really need to invest some time in making a lightbox.
This is Miyakko’s ode to unicornos. I picture her singing/screaming “the hills are alive with the sound of unicornos.”