Morb's Dollzhouse

Silly me, I assumed that the Skelita Calaveras doll had a normal Monster High body under her clothes and that only her limbs were skeletal. She’s much classier than that. Here she is with my henbane, a plant so poisonous that even the smell is intoxicating.

Returning to the murder scene theme…

The Bratzillaz Fianna Fins is one of my most-photographed dolls. Going for a mermaidy underwater effect here.

I couldn’t resist the Dora the Explorer art room set. 

Checking out the bed in the new dolls house. Not terribly impressed.

I was looking for a Bratz-sized pillar box for so long, I wasn’t going to let this one go just because it’s Canadian rather than British.

A rarity - a post 2010 Bratz doll that I quite like. Apart from the floppy ankles, of course. At least her face is pretty and doesn’t resemble a stunned mullet.

You could take the little yellow and black beanie to mean that I’m supporting the local team, the Tigers, in today’s FA Cup - “Come on you ‘Ull!"  Or you could assume that I bought it because the colours evoke the or à la croix de sable  of Gilles de Rais’ coat of arms.

Sixties-style hanging chair in the new dolls house.

Street scene.

Not a particularly thrilling picture, although note that the sandals slip on separately and the feet have a groove to accommodate them. But this dolly is sunning herself outside Morb’s latest Dollzhouse! I hope my new toy will provide me with endless fun and photographs.

Monster High doll found in the 50p bin in a charity shop. 

The Wicked Twinz present - a dolls house within a dolls house.

Who killed Moxie? A murder mystery. (In fact, this poor Moxie was thrown over my fence & found footless and abandoned. I have no Moxie feet, but she will be transformed, fear not. She came to the right place.)

Another bathing belle.