Just For Fun A Day in the Life

I started collecting dolls in 2009, my son was born in 2014. I envision that this is pretty much the diaries of all 16 of my dolls:

Dear diary,
All quite behind the glass, the sun just peaking through the window, the hallway obscured with darkness. Bonbon seems calm and cheerful, but I still can't let go of the fear.

Dear diary,
The day grows noisy. The furry beasts howl and squeak and chatter almost incessantly now that the day is full. No one seems to take notice of my sisters and I, thankfully.

Dear diary! Woe is me! The mini person pressed his tiny face to the glass and smeared his sticky fingers all over my glass home! I was so afraid, had he come at last to take me away? Something else soon had his attention and he turned away. Will I ever feel safe?

Dear diary,
Another day is ending and the house grows silent. Beloved owner has cleaned my glass home so I may see clearly again. Bonbon is pretending to be a sticky baby but I am not amused.

 

I love how well this is written, however, feel really sad for your dolls xD

 

Dear diary,
I've been waiting for pants for over a month.

Dear diary,
My head is cold...will I always be bald?

Dear diary,
Not sure how I'm even writing this entry...I don't have a body and have been a "floating head" for months...maybe a year?

XD

 

Dear Diary,
Things were fine till they came. Those two get way more attention than I ever did. They even get to leave the cabinet more often! Size doesn't matter you know! I'm still desirable... I guess I'm a little jealous..... Least I have cloths and hair. Got that going for me.

Dear Diary,
I sleep most of the time because it's so dark. The giant's legs are always on me, crushing my feathers, kind of annoying. I wonder when I'll get those feathers and hat I was promised for my head. Winter is coming.

Dear Diary,
I was promised marbles.

 

Dear Diary,

I'm such a handsome guy, but I've got no one to love me. The man who shares my name, keeps buying those 12" peasants for each other's company, but no one for me. I'm glad I stand at attention on his new antique desk with the ball & claw foot hoping to find another like me. If I keep giving him the look I know I'll have some one to love me one day soon.

Dear Diary,

The man who shares my name, seems very upset about a package that's supposed to be delivered today. I don't understand it but he's fussing at his partner about it. He comes back a little while later with a huge box in his arms and he's happy. I wonder what is making him happy?? He comes to get me a little while later and shows me a very handsome male like myself except he's more muscular & Latin... I think I fainted for a moment... I'm so happy with Markus. Thank you to the man who shares my name.

 

I have two dolls, one I use as a Ginny pig for my patterns (Alice) and the other (Vee) who is my grail doll.

Dear Diary,
My head has been sitting next to me for three days. I know my face is gorgeous, but whats the use of a beautiful head without your body? Man Vee has got it nice, relaxing in her chair all day, her head is always where it should be.

Dear Diary,

I have done nothing just like yesterday and the day before that. I sit in my chair all day and watch Alice get all sorts of new clothes. I wish my body was a more common shape I could be used as a pattern base as well. Man Alice is so lucky, getting all of that attention. I wonder what it's like to have such a pretty face, mine is still rather plain.

 

Dear diary

The cats stole my hair again!!! they also attacked the one named Lily. Not sure which is worse... at least we are safe from the dogs! Not sure if being in the cabinet is safer yet. I do like the dogs, they keep us safe from kidnappers!

Dear diary
Today was SCARY! I was left in a dark place and then there was water! And such noise! I was sure I would be eaten! Thankfully after an hour the water went away and the noise and movement stopped. But then we were moved and more noise and HEAT! I started to lose my clothes, hair, then my HANDs and FEET!!!! Even my head came off!!! Well after 70 minutes it was over. I was found the next morning and then I was slowly, painfully put back together! I suffered and carry a scar on my neck from this 'attack' on my person. My mother now demands I stay inside where it is safe. Being so tiny is hard some days.

Dear Diary
There is a pretty pink box, prefect to use as a bed! But the older ones say not to look or touch it! They claim the wails of the body less will start if we even go near it. I don't get it.. Body less? What does that even mean?

Dear Diary
We can hear one with a body just outside! We cry and Scream for help, hoping we are heard though these think cardboard walls. Sadly as normal the running starts. Why don't the ones with bodies help us?!? Why must we suffer?!? The only good thing is we are many, and we have hair and eyes. So their is always someone to talk to.

 

Dear Diary
Once again I sit and wait for my body. My owner assures me she ordered it, but it's been four months...I'm bored. At least I have some nice eyes. Only the third pair. The other two just didn't feel right. Same with my wig. It does pay to be picky. I hope my body comes soon, and that it fits. What if it doesn't? I hate just being a head. All the other dolls have bodies and clothes. I hear my owner talking about making my clothes. Gee, I hope this turns out...

Dear Diary
What!? Another doll has joined us! It has a BODY! Ugh! What about mine? I'm beginning to get nervous. All the other dolls just look at me and tell me that I'll get one someday...something about 'wait times'. I did have a body when I first arrived. I was happy. Now...not so much. And what is a hybrid anyway? At least I get to sit next to this pretty lady. I can almost look up her skirt. At least I have that...

 

Dear Diary
So...the Keeper beheaded Azrael and sent his head off in a box to a foreign country. Russia I think. That's the other side of the planet! The Keeper calls it an "all-expenses-paid business trip". Azrael himself referred to it as a holiday. He's literally a head trapped in a box with the head of his greatest enemy. What the hell kind of holiday is that supposed to be? Whatever...as long as he gets back safely, I'll be happy.

Dear Diary
So...uh...the Keeper just informed me that I was sent interstate for the same reason...while they went overseas on an adventure to Middle Earth. Wherever the heck that is. Why can't I remember that? Hmm...actually not remembering that might be a good thing.

Dear Diary
The Keeper is worried. It's been a while since Azrael was sent out, by express no less, and the tracking still hasn't updated. I reckon the Keeper need to chill out a bit. Russia's very far away after all...and time zones are a thing. I think the Keeper is worried that he's lost, or won't be home in time for their birthday. I did catch the Keeper crying while hugging Azrael before he was sent off. Bah, knowing Azrael he's probably gone sightseeing or something. He'll be back again in no time.

 

Dear Diary.....

Oh god she is home again. She has been raving about getting first place in this ungodly contest. She keeps taking me down and undressing me, leaving me naked and cold on this disgusting thing she calls a work bench. I swear to god if she gets that super glue on me I will just die.....

 

Dear Diary,
*stretch, yawn Wha? Where am I? What day is it? Ahh ok, still the same place. There’s my jailer. WTH is that he’s looking at on the big square thing. Oooohh! That is one handsome doll dude! OMG now I’ve seen his equipment. Stop scrolling. Leave something to the imagination! Can’t unsee that. I’ll just peek again. Yes please! He’d make a fantastic boyfriend. Get to saving because I NEED him. Damn! He closed the page . Nap time again .

Dear Diary,
Awakened by explosion sounds coming from the big square thing. Ugh. Guess I’ll see if I can get some attention...wait ..is that string? Must. Fight. Urge. Nap time!

Dear Diary,
3 AM and you know what that means. I have to race around this place and explore everything for the umpteenth time just in case it changed. Also hope check for things left out to knock onto the floor , I’mean; play with. The jailer is impossible to train. WOOT! Sun is coming up! Nap time!