Party Hats & Cotton Candy

It's no secret that I've come to love Blythe dolls... dolls period. Perhaps a flight of childhood reverie, I can't seem to resist these big-eyed darlings that pique my imagination with their whimsical quality. So, as I venture into notions of one day learning to customize my own dolls, I decided to make a few little party favors & doll accessories.

Basically, my hands are my tools and I guess it's really about the need to create, so please be sure to check out all the fun handmade goodies in my Etsy shop!

Playscale cotton candy for the circus in all of us.

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Face Time with Red Wine

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Vintage Lollipops

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