Okay I really thought about what story to write about Marielle (or Marie) for a long time and I struggled a bit. But then I decided to just write something. Anything.
She is very dear to me. Not only because she is my first Doll, but she slowly sat down in my heart and decided to stay there. I say slowly because I had a hard time bonding with her in the beginning, what is funny because it took me almost one and a half years to decide who will be my first doll. And that was Marie.
When she came there was no name, no story and no character. She was a Doll on my cupboard, looking pretty and kind of dead. Yes that sounds creepy but it is a fact that she had no life in her whatsoever (I know in general Dolls have no life inside them – you know what I mean). I needed a long, long time to find not only Marie, what I called her from the beginning, but Marielle the Medium, the witchy Punk, the little Runaway and center of a story that took over quite some room of my life.
So maybe this time there is no story I will tell, but some lines of affection for this amazing and silly girl – even the fact that she is all in my head… and my cupboard :3
side note: I really like the backpack – I made it like 2 or 3 day ago :3