I swear the next person who asks me what I "want to do" with my life is getting punched in the face. It's so weird, I didn't realise so many people measured people's success by their job. I don't quite know what I'd like to do yet. My minimum requirement is that I'd just like to earn enough to keep doing the things that make me happy - namely taking photos of toys and having more dolls than is strictly necessary. ♥ If I can get a job I enjoy, that is a very welcome bonus!
I came across some old photos today, and it's kind of reassuring how little things have changed...
|Photo itty-bitty-Alice took circa 1997 (?) of my teletubby toy Po chillaxin' on a beach in France|
|Photo taken by itty-bitty-Alice circa 1997 (?) of my Sylvanians outside my house|
|Itty-bitty-Alice & Father, circa 1997 (?), doll in hand (naturally)|