Ingredients

Oh now.

Stuff and THINGS

Two shades of blue felt, some white ricrac and some red wool.
WHAT COULD IT MEAN*?


*Fun, that's what. Bwahahahahahaaaaaa!!!

Mad Stylin' Yo

I got this wig thinking it might be a solution to number 6's lack of hair problem.  

Unfortunately, Lex has decided it suits her better and has run off with it. 

Might get one for myself...

Raar!

Fil, I have painted your thing!


Although Aspen rather wants to keep it.

Final Glimpse

Here are some of the last shots I got of Number 5 before she got boxed and dispatched to the 'joys' of the Bank Holiday postal service... happily she made it to her destination, yaay!

Cheerio then, Number 5. Hope you get a name soon!

A lazy sort of day.

There's not a lot of productivity going on around here today. I've been working late shifts the last couple of days, which means getting home at 3am, and I'm on a night tonight, so today is all about the loafing.

Happily, our new furniture arrived to perfectly facilitate the art of not doing very much.

Izzy and Tiny Bear find a sunny spot to compare travelling tales. 

Tea and surfing in the lab

This little set was a lucky find on evilBay. It's a bit grubby in places, so I'm thinking it could use a lick of white paint and some floral patchwork cushions... or is that a bit too twee?

Oh, alright then...

Yes yes. March of the Blythes? Really?!

Oh.

We're all still buddies here! Hope you weren't too scared... 

ATTENTION! ANNOUNCING A NEW WORLD ORDER

Ladies and Jellyspoons, do not adjust your monitors. For we control all that you see and hear.

We, the Blythes, are here to announce that our days of looking decorative, winsome and yes, 'vintagey' on shelves is over. We no longer accept that we are simply fashion models, to be adorned and dismissed as being of low intelligence.

Throughout the country, our forces are rallying. With the support of our Playmobil friends in arms, we are preparing to overthrow the existing world order.

Makies and other dolls of 'substance' shall either be imprisoned...

...or held in thrall to us, providing tea and tasty snacks as we require. They shall no longer lord it over us because of their techy credentials and funky 3D printed processes. They shall be our slaves.

From our ramshackle hovel base in the fashion-bereft badlands of South Wales, we communicate our agenda. Our elite forces are preparing to strike simultaneously throughout the country, leaving CHAOS in our wake. This is but phase 1 of our plan. Phase two... ahahaha, we're not telling, but you might want to lock up your left shoes.

So prepare yourselves, puny humans. Prepare for the glorious MARCH OF THE BLYTHES, as we shed our clover leaf stands, take up our tiny designer handbags and equip our fully functional space stations (or alternatively, one of those bear hats that costs more than a fully functional space station).

We shall not be suppressed! We shall not be denied!

We shall be victorious!
*massive applause*