This is the Delaware Valley Doll Club of New Jersey. No really, this actually exists. Not sure if my favorite member is the sister of Jabba the Hut on the right of the front row (who apparently has never been introduced to a hair brush), or the significantly younger member clutching a doll to her womb like a fucking life preserver right behind her. This is probably their first trip out of the house in quite awhile.
Doll collecting is a lifestyle choice that takes a huge commitment to looking like a slob and disconnecting from society. So kudos to these fine ladies for making the brave choice to do what us "normals" would never have the gumption to do. By which i mean become a total outcast that makes small versions of real people that they can arrange around their house (or creepy doll fiefdom) and force these fake tiny cloth people to worship them.
I just can't understand why there are no men in the picture. i mean, who wouldn't want to be with someone that makes tiny versions of houses and people to play with instead of connecting with actual people and going to actual houses to see people? Boring! i will lead the doll revolution into the new millennium! cut those ties with your family members folks and gear up for a new family made of cloth, cotton, broken dreams, loneliness, and dysmorphia. you can move in to your new house as soon as i cut this refrigerator box down to size for a nice manor house to raise our sixteen doll babies in.
Do you hate real life? Really?! Me too! Let's make a doll right now before my parents get home! (they are always encroaching on my doll making/people creation station in my room/basement)
