But sometimes, the impossible becomes possible through the most unlikely chain of events. Follow along as I tell you a story of one doll's journey and the events that led to a happy home.
This whole story starts in the most unlikely of places: Metrocon. Right? As you may or may not recall, Metrocon 2011 was a con I hated so much that it ranks rock bottom on my list of cons that I have been to. But it was an important event in this impossible story. As you also may or may not recall, I met someone there whom I called Charleston. We'll keep referring to her as that. The story is pretty simple. I took her down to Metrocon. We became con buddies and decently good friends. And I was willing to be there and help her out.
You can read about my Metrocon adventure here.
Though I won't rant on the eventual and abrupt breakdown to our 'friendship', since she clearly intended to only ever use me, she did do a collateral trade with her BJD doll for some money that she needed for rent. I agreed, knowing the doll, even in its somewhat beat-up condition, was still worth somewhere in the $75-125 range. This trade was agreed upon in February of 2012.
|This pic was actually taken way before this story started. Back when the original owner still had him|
Lets fast forward a bit. Charleston and her bf are living with me. Temporarily of course. I figured we could help each other out. They could help run errands for me while I was on 12 hr shifts and I provided them a roof and a bed while they tried to work out a housing situation. Unfortunately that broke down after simple rules of keeping the apt clean couldn't be followed. But what astounded me was that when I mentioned her BJD was in my closet, still safe and sound, she just gave me a 'meh' and acted like she didn't know what I was talking about.
|I knew something was up. It wasn't hard to see that she had no intention of paying back the money.|
Fast forward to August of 2012. I have just been shifted work crews, going from crew A to crew C. It was here I met a girl at my work who went to Dragoncon. We were chatting about our weekend.
Me: How was D*con?
Her: It was fun. I enjoyed it. Stayed all 4 days. You?
Me: Loved it. What'd you wear?
Her: O just some stuff from Repo. You know about it?
Her: And on monday we wore lolita.
Me: *O.O* Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
Her: Yea its this japanese fashion
Me: fuck that I know what it is. You are a lolita?
Her: Well, not really. But this girl out in Folly Beach is.
Me: GET ME IN TOUCH WITH HER!!!!!!!!
And next thing I knew, I was being contacted to participate in a lolita photoshoot displaying her handmade skirts and dresses. I sacrificed all sleep that day just to partake, knowing my midnight shift was going to be AWFUL. But it was so worth it. From there, I stayed in contact with the lolita girl, whom I shall refer to as Charleston 2.0.
|Peter Pan skirt that I modeled for the photoshoot|
Fast forward another two weeks. Charleston 2.0 and I have agreed to have tea at my place. Nothing too fancy. Just my tv tables and a bit of music, scones and cookies, talking about lolita things. And then, she begins to talk about a doll she had lent to Charleston 1.0 almost 2 years ago. And I began to connect the dots. I got up, told her to hang on, and walked to my room. She was a bit confused when I emerged back out with a towel. I just told her to unwrap it. And there he was, her lost doll from 2 yrs back that Charleston 1.0 had refused to return.
|It was a long journey small one but you're safe again ^_^|
It really is amazing that such an impossible turn of events happened. The biggest and most surprising event was finding out about girls who wore lolita in Charleston while AT WORK. I could understand a library or randomly seeing them downtown. But to find out at work? The odds were clearly in our favor and I am happy that Charleston 2.0 got her doll back and eventually sent him off to a new home.