We left off with the boys, Liisa, Zazu, Bailey, and Andromeda all lined up, yes? Yes.
After a bit of fidgeting and thinking, I figured it'd be easier to just sit the next round of girls on the various sofas I've aquired.
Which brings us to...

Blair and Poppy. Both with hair issues of the same variety. Namely I think their stock wigs are quite loverly, but not quite right as is. So I finally undid Blair's bun and now I think she looks fantastic. If anyone asks, her bun was frizzing. Which is a complete lie, but I was threatened to not take it down until I had to.
Poppy's hair bugs me. Stupid friggin' bangs. Nyargh. But I couldn't see leaving her hat on when it would just cast vexing shadows. So she's gone without for the time being.

Pullips are entirely too top heavy for BNP's chairs, so the Dals stepped in. Fi decided to sprawl in her chair, mainly because she'd topple over backwards otherwise.

This section was kind of fun to muck around with. You can see Georgie's curls at the bottom.

So next to Georgie [who might kill me later for the lack of pictures, though she'll have to fight off Isa], we plopped Anne down. Because she's cute.

Around the middle, it seemed like a good idea to plop Alice down. The first does like to hover around the middle whenever possible.

Nicca looks so prettiful. Yes. After a year, she finally got to switch outfits. And since this is Princi's corset, it's guarenteed she'll be switched again sometime this coming year. Yay!

Alice is wearing the pants Nicca just put back into circulation. She looks much cuter than this [or any of these] photos would have you believe.
If you swing down to the bottom row, you'll find our happiest of couples...

Tish & Gwen. Notice how miss Gwen feels the need to keep a hand on Tish. Dunno why, but it seemed cute.

Another one, just because.

Then Nahh Ato and Oren appeared. Too bad NA is awfully shiny and Oren's pink hair pretty much killed each and every photo of the both of them. For shame.

The temptation to put Tish and Lor next to one another was too great. If you don't understand why, please remember Lor and Tish are both named after characters on The Weekenders. Pay attention!
To the back row...

Sasha and Theresa both give good attitude. Yay?

Theresa and Ainsley manage to not break the universe, though one should be dead... Hmm. Might explain why Ains looks so unhappy.

Frankie and Rida plot.

Nothing good can come of this, except awesomeness. To which we still say a big drawn out thank you to
saintsavin. Cuz all dollies should come armed. All.

Swing to the top of the heap and you've got Miss Murder Nero. Again, no name, though she's content to just be Miss Murder for now.

Poor Nahh Ato is surrounded by all manner of confectionary fluff in terms of hair. Think she'll snap?

See? Pinks and purples. Oh the love.
On the other side of the spectrum, we have Evie.

Thought about letting her wear the purple and black wig she's been sporting as of late, only... Evie's not Evie if you can't see her looking a bit evil. Plus I was tired of trying to coax the flyaways into playing nice.

Now, to figure out what wig would look perfect. Suggestions?

Not the nicest of girls, but probably more fun than some. *loves Theresa*

August points out that someone is missing from the group shot.

Such happy girls.

Dru's always pretty. Sometimes she's just very vocal about it.

I like the way she's posed on the table. I dunno why other than it's odd.

Love Dinah. Poor Dinah's been in this outfit for months. But I like it for some weird reason. Loooovvvve.

Annnnnnd this about concludes the tour. Naturally Andromeda is ticked. This time because I, uh, almost forgot her. *cough*
Huh. There are quite a few pictures in this loverly post, so beware. I'm certain it would crap out on me [hi, dialup!] but if I can deal, you can too. Also, I don't feel like having six billion posts all dealing with this. Okay, I do, but I'm too lazy.
If you're bored, you'll be absolutely thrilled to know that the doll guard is still sitting on my floor in much the same formation. Moved Dru so I wouldn't step on her in the middle of the night, which then knocked Frankie over.
What this means is... I'm blathering. But beyond that, it means I should take this time to clean the bookcases. I should gather the minis and their stands and have a big party while the Pullips are otherwise occupied.
But I cannot until I clean the bathtub. Stupid old showercurtain bled mold or something equally gross all over the tub. Then the drain died [why do you forsake me, bathroom gods? WHY?] so naturally all that crap spent days floating. Dying. Making me die a little. I shelled out the big money *cough* for the superdeluxeDRANO made especially for such problems and waited for the water to clear.
And waited.
Still I waited.
Until finally I could wait no more [forever], and poured half the bottle into the water of DOOM, kissed my loved ones goodbye, and waited for the end.
Okay, I actually forgot all about it once I did the hot water flush half an hour later, because my brain was screaming, "it's still clogged and they want you to add MORE water? What a load of crap." Once I remembered the clog, I went and it was empty. Of course, four or more hours when it had finally trickled down to a fine coating of grime on the bottom of the tub isn't exactly a miracle. So I poured the other half of the bottle and walked off again.
The whole point of that is now the drain works! But the tub is still covered in patches of filth. If I knew where my rubber gloves were, I might have already gone in to do battle. Of course, I should also have my will at the ready. Just in case.
If I die while engaging the tub filth in battle, you may all feel free to fight amongst yourselves for my stuff. I know, it's what you always wanted. Keep in mind there are parental units and about three other people who might put up a fight, but just remind the friends about the files spent chronicling their mispent youth and they'll probably ignore you completely as they try and grab their own file before someone else can. Statutes of limitations and all that.
After a bit of fidgeting and thinking, I figured it'd be easier to just sit the next round of girls on the various sofas I've aquired.
Which brings us to...

Blair and Poppy. Both with hair issues of the same variety. Namely I think their stock wigs are quite loverly, but not quite right as is. So I finally undid Blair's bun and now I think she looks fantastic. If anyone asks, her bun was frizzing. Which is a complete lie, but I was threatened to not take it down until I had to.
Poppy's hair bugs me. Stupid friggin' bangs. Nyargh. But I couldn't see leaving her hat on when it would just cast vexing shadows. So she's gone without for the time being.

Pullips are entirely too top heavy for BNP's chairs, so the Dals stepped in. Fi decided to sprawl in her chair, mainly because she'd topple over backwards otherwise.

This section was kind of fun to muck around with. You can see Georgie's curls at the bottom.

So next to Georgie [who might kill me later for the lack of pictures, though she'll have to fight off Isa], we plopped Anne down. Because she's cute.

Around the middle, it seemed like a good idea to plop Alice down. The first does like to hover around the middle whenever possible.

Nicca looks so prettiful. Yes. After a year, she finally got to switch outfits. And since this is Princi's corset, it's guarenteed she'll be switched again sometime this coming year. Yay!

Alice is wearing the pants Nicca just put back into circulation. She looks much cuter than this [or any of these] photos would have you believe.
If you swing down to the bottom row, you'll find our happiest of couples...

Tish & Gwen. Notice how miss Gwen feels the need to keep a hand on Tish. Dunno why, but it seemed cute.

Another one, just because.

Then Nahh Ato and Oren appeared. Too bad NA is awfully shiny and Oren's pink hair pretty much killed each and every photo of the both of them. For shame.

The temptation to put Tish and Lor next to one another was too great. If you don't understand why, please remember Lor and Tish are both named after characters on The Weekenders. Pay attention!
To the back row...

Sasha and Theresa both give good attitude. Yay?

Theresa and Ainsley manage to not break the universe, though one should be dead... Hmm. Might explain why Ains looks so unhappy.

Frankie and Rida plot.

Nothing good can come of this, except awesomeness. To which we still say a big drawn out thank you to

Swing to the top of the heap and you've got Miss Murder Nero. Again, no name, though she's content to just be Miss Murder for now.

Poor Nahh Ato is surrounded by all manner of confectionary fluff in terms of hair. Think she'll snap?

See? Pinks and purples. Oh the love.
On the other side of the spectrum, we have Evie.

Thought about letting her wear the purple and black wig she's been sporting as of late, only... Evie's not Evie if you can't see her looking a bit evil. Plus I was tired of trying to coax the flyaways into playing nice.

Now, to figure out what wig would look perfect. Suggestions?

Not the nicest of girls, but probably more fun than some. *loves Theresa*

August points out that someone is missing from the group shot.

Such happy girls.

Dru's always pretty. Sometimes she's just very vocal about it.

I like the way she's posed on the table. I dunno why other than it's odd.

Love Dinah. Poor Dinah's been in this outfit for months. But I like it for some weird reason. Loooovvvve.

Annnnnnd this about concludes the tour. Naturally Andromeda is ticked. This time because I, uh, almost forgot her. *cough*
Huh. There are quite a few pictures in this loverly post, so beware. I'm certain it would crap out on me [hi, dialup!] but if I can deal, you can too. Also, I don't feel like having six billion posts all dealing with this. Okay, I do, but I'm too lazy.
If you're bored, you'll be absolutely thrilled to know that the doll guard is still sitting on my floor in much the same formation. Moved Dru so I wouldn't step on her in the middle of the night, which then knocked Frankie over.
What this means is... I'm blathering. But beyond that, it means I should take this time to clean the bookcases. I should gather the minis and their stands and have a big party while the Pullips are otherwise occupied.
But I cannot until I clean the bathtub. Stupid old showercurtain bled mold or something equally gross all over the tub. Then the drain died [why do you forsake me, bathroom gods? WHY?] so naturally all that crap spent days floating. Dying. Making me die a little. I shelled out the big money *cough* for the superdeluxeDRANO made especially for such problems and waited for the water to clear.
And waited.
Still I waited.
Until finally I could wait no more [forever], and poured half the bottle into the water of DOOM, kissed my loved ones goodbye, and waited for the end.
Okay, I actually forgot all about it once I did the hot water flush half an hour later, because my brain was screaming, "it's still clogged and they want you to add MORE water? What a load of crap." Once I remembered the clog, I went and it was empty. Of course, four or more hours when it had finally trickled down to a fine coating of grime on the bottom of the tub isn't exactly a miracle. So I poured the other half of the bottle and walked off again.
The whole point of that is now the drain works! But the tub is still covered in patches of filth. If I knew where my rubber gloves were, I might have already gone in to do battle. Of course, I should also have my will at the ready. Just in case.
If I die while engaging the tub filth in battle, you may all feel free to fight amongst yourselves for my stuff. I know, it's what you always wanted. Keep in mind there are parental units and about three other people who might put up a fight, but just remind the friends about the files spent chronicling their mispent youth and they'll probably ignore you completely as they try and grab their own file before someone else can. Statutes of limitations and all that.