Not a very good ninja.

So said Fourthborn, when I told her there was one parked next to Lorelai outside the apartment, and I was going to take a picture of it.



“If you can see it, then obviously it’s not a very good ninja.”

At the doll meet-up, I handed Fourthborn my camera and told her to knock herself out. I was happily knitting away on the birthday present for Bittiest, and disinclined to get up.



As with their owners, the dolls themselves embody Diversity with a capital D.



That little one with the blue feet? Mel-Mel-Chan did the face-up. It’s one of the Soom mini’s, approximately the same size as my Faith, or 28cm tall, maybe a little taller because of her feet. This one is a human/dragon hybrid. The little dragon horns are incredibly cute.



Your usual assortment of ghouls and hussies.



In the red, lounging gracefully against the wall, is Fourthborn’s FaithAnn, in a prototype of Fourthborn’s future wedding gown. I am guessing that the gown itself will be a more traditional white-to-cream. I’ll get back to you on that, as I will be sewing it in the next couple of years.



On the left is her Rosalie, representing LittleBit, complete with piercings and the 50’s-pillowcase birdies just below her collarbone. My two are nowhere in evidence. Camera-shy, or off filching somebody’s chips and salsa?

Honor went home with Mel-Mel-Chan to be restrung. Temperance is smirking on the sofa table, because she got to go yesterday, and Chutzpah did not. Sibling rivalry. Still not done with that, apparently.

I am now off to do battle with the wasp in my bathroom, so I can blow-dry my hair and look somewhat presentable for church.