When Perrin and Reya met Gina

The line to get in stretched to the end of the block



Cece and I attended the Bust Craftacular yesterday around 12:30 or so to look all the wonderful handmade holiday crafts at the Metropolitan Pavilion. I also brought along Perrin and Reya to meet the lovely Gina Garan who was womanning the Blythe booth with her sister. Oh, it was such a great time! She actually recognized Perrin right away. EEEeeee!!! She's a star! And she loved Reya! We got a free gift for bringing them along, had a little chat with her and her sister and also picked up a little gift for them which I'm saving for Christmas. It was such and awesome time! This is my second time attending the Bust Craftacular. Amanda took me for the first time a few years ago and I loved it. It's wonderful to be able to see all the creativity put into these lovely one of a kind crafts, knit and crotchet wear, stationary, clothes jewelry and so much more. The vibe is really chill, the vendors are so nice. It's heaven, an inspiration and a great networking place for any artist.

Fnding Blythe

Around 2002 or 2003 I was in London England with my man-friend at the time. We had just walked through most of the exhibits and had ended up in the museum gift shop. Flipping through a bin of books I came upon a small book with a big headed doll on the cover entitled “This is Blythe.” I flipped through it slowly, seeing for the first time a series of photos of a doll who although had one face, seemed to express an abundance of subtle expressions. Whoever took these pictures fashioned her and posed her in situations, both dramatic, humorous and intelligently commenting on several aspects of modern culture. I was amazed. How could a doll convey so much? Who was this Gina Garan? Although this was clearly not a childrens book per say I still sensed an innocent, childlike tone about its direction. We must have been getting to the end of our trip because we were sadly almost broke and things in London are way more expensive then in America. The book was too expensive for me to buy at the time or maybe I was just not ready to commit buying something, which seemed so eccentric. I wrote down the title thinking it was only published in Europe and filed it away in my brain to be referenced several years later long after I’d broken up with the guy with whom I’d made the journey to London. I found the book again at some Barnes & Noble in Manhattan and found it as brilliant as ever if not more. I bought it and discovered that I was not alone.