Filed under: Musings with tags: clothes
I never really understood the appeal of struggling to put tights and leggings and socks onto the legs of Blythes. To me, it’s a chore. I mean, they’re nice to look at, but they’re just a challenge to put on the dolls. I have a hard enough time with putting tights on me because I don’t like pantyhose. But it’s not like there’s a way for me to find thigh-highs for Blythes with accompanying garter belts (unless you happen to know of someone who does make them, in which case please leave a comment below with a link to their store!). And while I am capable of sewing tiny doll clothing, I occasionally have a feverish case of the Lazy and I just can’t be bothered. Which is probably why I don’t sew as much of my dolls’ wardrobe as I’d like.
But I’m rambling.
My local Blythe group (an absolutely wonderful group of ladies from British Columbia) had a great person who took on the task of organizing a group order on some popular site (you may have heard of them, they sell eye chips and tights and things like t-bars and scalps and may have the name of an animal in their site name). This was a fantastic idea. And a bad idea. Fantastic because group shipping is cheaper than all of us paying for our own shipping costs and bad because it made me go “Ohhh, I could buy X, Y and Z and save on shipping? SOLD!”. I’m weak, I really am.
Of my little bag full of goodies, I bought some nude fishnet tights. Nude because I didn’t really want them being obvious. To me, the nude fishnets would be the tights that remain on the doll for a long, long, long time. Only to be removed when they start getting dingy.
But then I went and tried to put socks onto my doll’s leg after having put on the fishnets (that fought me the entire way – I had to see a little bit of baby powder on her legs first). And they [the socks] slid up the legs without fighting me. It was like a lightbulb moment where I realized that there was an actual benefit to leaving fishnets on my dolls. It makes putting socks on so much easier.
Fantastic, isn’t it? I finally get it.
Now if I could just remember to put shoes on my dolls when they leave the house.
And jackets. It’s cold here and it looks funny when there’s snow on the ground and my dolls are out and about without a jacket on.