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Finished reading that book about the history of MATTEL last weekend and for all of the narssisism and egomania at that company over the years, I am waaaay more accepting of the eccentricities sexual or otherwise than I am of general big business practices that protect the bottom line regardless of cost.

It's quite up to date (commenting upon the Barbie vs Bratz war judgement as of January 2009)...but even that didn't strike a note of anger as loudly as the insider trading scandals and the golden parachutes Mattel executives award themselves, coupled with the fact that upon putting the book down one can read of similar goings on strangling America's faith in Wall Street...every day of the week.

Cruising the headlines of the newspaper (two dailies here) is actually becoming dangerous. My eyes take it, my brain accepts it but it's not till later that the news finally filters deeper into my cranium, so that when I close my eyes at night and I get hit by waves of anxiety....

This has been a source of my off-and-on insomnia as of late. I have been avoiding going to bed early because I need to be too exhausted to think when I close my eyes ~ just pull the night over my brain and force it into neutral. It's interesting though...that even when when I am lying there feeling it surge to the surface and a part of my brain is shouting *Nononononon stop!* and backpedalling as fast as it can to a neutral, thoughtless space in my head that I have another part of my mind sitting back watching with a curious eye to see which side wins this night.

I am disturbed though...that going to bed is something I am learning to dread. That road is going to be nothing but trouble.

Speaking of egos and empty heads ~ I changed out Samuals' eyes yesterday, for a pair of 12mm blue glass ones. It think they look rather striking and might keep this pair in him ~ and I took him outside for a few minutes to try and get some fun shots of the boy and try to figure out his personality.






It wasn't until later when I wound a comfy scarf from iron_dog around his shoulders that he visibly seemed to relax a bit more, allowing more glimpses of his personality behind that resin shell of his. I think he really likes that scarf and other flowy things.

*rolls eyes*....why do I feel as though there will be silk scarves in this ones future?

Here he is with an obi in the livingroom. He didn't want to *co-mingle* yet with the other resins but he also didn't seem happy to be totally on his own ~ so he is centre of attention. Seems to suit him just fine.

Today I mutilated another piece of human clothing an made it into a dress for the SD girls.

A simple black knit sweater with feathers as the cuffs and neckline became an elegant open back, sleeveless turtleneck dress for Vivian ~ with a fringe of feathers at the bottom, a co-ordinating boa and a belt made form large, flat beads.

*^__^* I won't say that I'm getting better at this, just that I am moving forward and not allowing myself to be afraid of the process. Maybe thinking the items through a little better as I go along. Making these kinds of dresses will surely become boring after a while and I'll venture out into unknown terrirory with patterns (like that half completed kimono on my desk for Willow)...but for now I am most amused.

Mizu watched the entire process ~ eyes narrow...a pool of blue fabric netting at his feet. I don't know if I'm getting accused of ignoring his needs or dared to try and make him wear anything XD.