So im sick as fuck, so Priorities are nicht gut which is why I’m looking at this like
Ken creeps me out he looks like someone’s dad, i should put his clothes on another doll then she can look like the girls who got to wear pants in the pilot
And feeling like I need to do that before I can do any other things
Here is what it is like to be me, okay?
Look at Ken. Decide you can take it no longer. Go look for a doll to give his clothes to.
Consider several brunette Midge heads lying around for their suitability to The Aesthetic vs how fucked up their current state vs skin tone vs hair quality.
Decide doll should be curvy to fill the clothes out better. All made to move curvy heads on curvy fashionista bodies are Wonky because thanks, Mattel, of course they are.
Consider Midge head could go on curvy body, but would have to be the lightest head.
Briefly consider different doll entirely. Take unrelated photos of her.
Would be fun to repaint a vintage Midge to fit with both 90s Barbie face and ‘trying to look like the 60s trying to look like the future.’
That is… so much for an evening, even when not sick.
Grab three -eyed girl from shelf, figure she can at least model. Forget her bread tag neck fix broke because the last time you did something with her you forgot she had one. Consider floppy headed alien girl.
Take out stash of bread tags, but reach limit of time you can be away from a tissue box before even cutting one down to size. Blow nose. Look around and realize you’re now about 3 projects removed from the original task of 'give Ken’s clothes to someone else because he looks like a creeper dad’
