Sometimes life is harder than it needs to be.

Or at least that's how it seems.

Here's the deal: I have a Dollfie Dream, which is awesome. She has very few clothes, which is not awesome. I got her for a number of reasons, not least of which my fascination with small objects and miniatures, which I felt would give me great squealing glee to dress her in the flounciest of hand-made fashions and match them down to every detail. After all, at about 2 feet tall, outfitting her perfect wardrobe would be much easier than outfitting my own, right?

Wrong.
I can get an outfit for around $60, not including shoes. She can get an outfit for $80, including shoes. So it's her or me.

Fine, I'll make her some clothes.
Except I loaned my sewing machine to 6, and haven't received the promised replacement torso from D yet, so I am loathe to use her only functioning body as a dress form.

Still, in the interest of crafting something, perhaps I can wrap my brain around documenting my struggle, from masking-tape-and-t-shirt-dress form to figuring out how to make awesome shoes for her.

Damn you, plasticland, and the love of retro-awesome you have instilled in me.