Morb's Dollzhouse

“So anyway, we had that Gandalf over for a party, and he crashed on the sofa. And now he just won’t leave! Has nobody told him that guests and fish stink after three days? He’s not even much fun at a party, to be honest. No social skills whatsoever. No small talk. I wish he’d just go back to Narnia or wherever it is he comes from. He’s behind me, isn’t he?”

When a picture goes so wrong it’s right. 

Sic transit gloria mundi… Ghoulia is missing Toys R Us already.

My only custom doll. Not customised by me, I hasten to add. Her name is Tris…

Whoever would have guessed that Skelita would draw that card?

The Headless Headmistress, with her head set firmly on her shoulders, and lurking CAM gargoyle boy.

I already had a fully dressed Bonita Femur, with wings, but I didn’t want to mess about with her, even though I knew she’d have a fascinating body - half moth, half skeleton. So I was lucky to pick this one up in a charity shop for buttons. The Create A Monster wings look quite good on her, though I’ve now bought her the proper ones, whenever Royal Mail deigns to deliver them.