Subscription Boxes are what I’d term perfect for anyone who loves surprises – and boy do I love surprises! However finding the ‚right‘ subscription box has so far driven me up the walls and then some.
I admit I lied about the Monty Python part but there is my holy grail – Volks YoMidi Williams! Thank you Volks for allowing us non-SD collectors a taste of the Williams craze.
I kid, I think that doll was my most frustrating one to acquire, even though I only really tried starting mid last year – and then had to pass on two generous offers to pick up one at the Volks Cruise 2017, briefly got my hopes up when another friend said she might know someone who has to pass up on her LA Dollpa one (that didn’t happen) and then ultimately got offered one from the Volks Cruise from one of the two people who already offered a pick-up service. Afaik, that crazy rollercoaster ride of emotions is part of the Williams package.
The older I get the lazier I get with pics – is this what old age looks like?
Finlandelch & Roterwolkenvogel
S E N D N U D E S
a work safe photostory
ATTN: Picture shows a diaphonized chameleon – diaphonized specimen are semi-translucent creatures in jars with the bones colored. Do not click on the spoiler tag if that is not your cup of tea, the spoilers are for that reason
I love that you get the bag even if you order just a body!
Mitra had been out hunting when they caught them. Of course they knew of the risks, every single one of them knew to stay out of the way of traders’ caravans when they came through the desert and yet… here they were, uncomfortably in a small cage, strapped to a camel’s side and bumping into the furry body with each swaying step it took. And of course they had to fall into the hands of traders who knew their business, knew enough to inject them with the antidote that’d make stinging anything virtually useless. Silently, Mitra fumed. What had the old ones told them over and over again, when they were still small and buried under the hot desert sand? If they catch you, you’re dead. They will bring you into the big city and have you fight against each other in a life-or-death struggle until you die. There were no stories of escapees in their lore. If they caught you, you were dead.
They had buried Thyra’s body deep in the rotten soil of the outback where the earth was of a heavy black and smelled of death and decay. They had not marked her grave, they had not paid her the respect one paid the dead – they had just dug a hole and thrown her in, shoved the earth hastily back over her.
And there she lay.