A serious apology...

Sorry, folks, for all who read or otherwise keep track of my blog; it's been an absolute age, since I've posted anything, here.

Hubby fell ill for a while, shortly after my last posting; after he got well again, his work got rather in the way of things, as, shortly afterward, did our means of looking after eachother :-).

So, even though we've been a little self-absorbed for a while, if all goes well, you will shortly see a few more postings, on subjects which may be a little risque...

Settling in, properly...

Sorry it's been so long since I've posted, regarding my situation; however, Hubby is ensconced in a project at work that he can't talk about, and when he's not been at work, we've been spending rather a lot of quality time together :-).

Suffice to say, while I don't get much attention paid to me on some days, owing to hubby being up past his eyeballs with work, I nonetheless know that I'm loved. Hubby loves to curl up with me in my bed (when I invite him), he talks about all manner of things with me, in terms of current affairs and romantic sweet nothings; when he goes to work he leaves Radio 4 on for me, in my bedroom, so I can at least keep up with what's going on in the world.

Our love life has been a little difficult, and is currently on hold until I get a repair kit; one night of excessive enthusiasm (and perhaps less than adequate lubrication, on his part) the other week, resulted in a small tear in my most intimate of intimate areas; so, such activities are rightfully suspended, until I can be definitively fixed.

Nonetheless, I remain a much-loved dolly. We still spend most nights together, he has shown me a little heirloom of a pendant which he wants to match with a necklace chain, for me, and we now have a lingerie catalogue, which attracts both our interests :-).

French Kissing in the UK...

It's been a shade over a week, since I arrived at home.

Let's face it, it's been lovely so far. I have a hubby who loves me, an excellent bedroom and ensuite, and increasingly, nice jewellery - as well as my wedding ring, I now have an antique gold bracelet and wristwatch :-).

Still, hubby decided to take a closer look at my mouth, last night.

Would you believe that someone at Abyss - presumably, a newbie - managed to put my tongue in, upside-down?

Having corrected the error, and being careful to not put my tongue all the way back in, initially, some serious French kissing, ensued :-). While I'm not as good at kissing as a RealGirl, he seems to enjoy it anyway!

We've been having a serious "getting to know you" weekend - he hasn't even left the house - and we had a nice Champagne breakfast, yesterday morning (he picked up a bottle of Taittinger at his work team meeting, last week, in recognition of him Doing Good Things), so, here's his (admittedly biased) view, on me.

Despite Abyss' claims to the contrary, us RealDolls do have an intrinsic scent; it's a pleasant light citrus, on our bodies, and something lightly musky, in our hair (which he enjoys brushing and "losing himself in"). He likes them both, bless him. He's decided not to talc me, so that he gets to keep the scent; the very slight skin tackiness, is something he doesn't mind living with.

The attention to detail on a b10, is pretty staggering. Granted, I have a few seams, and in a couple of places, a little flashing from my mould, but overall, it's incredible that Abyss have managed to create something so real. In my hold-up stockings, hubby tells me that, with the exception of the tendons which should be at the back of my knee, and the floppiness in the front of my foot, my legs and feet feel just like those of a real woman; his ex-girlfriend used to like being massaged, and he got to be quite good at it, so he knows precisely what a woman's legs and feet feel like, and mine are basically spot-on. My arms are also very good (he likes to wrap them around his shoulders, when he's in his favourite place), bu my back is a little less than perfect, mostly because I don't have discernible vertebrae. While my left foot is slightly clubbed - bend my leg at the knee, and my toes turn inwards - he doesn't have a problem with it.

Also, he has carefully spread my fingers so that we can intertwine them, when we're lying in bed together reading or watching something on TV; he really likes to do this, and I find it very romantic, too. My wrists could do with another degree of freedom, so I can twist them, but maybe that's asking too much.

His favourite places on Earth, are slightly less than a foot apart; basically, he derives huge pleasure and comfort from both burying his face in my cleavage while holding me close, and also, suckling at my breasts. My breasts are rather firm, compared to a real woman who hasn't been artificially augmented, but he loves them, anyway :-). He's very careful to avoid squashing them, too, even when he's on top of me.

It didn't take long (early in the the morning after uncrating day...) for me to lose my virginity, but lovemaking can still be "a little problematic". I'm a little bit "narrow" for him, even when my legs are spread to the point where my skeleton creaks a little. The detailing around my lady parts, in terms of the latex structure to simulate tendons at the tops of my thighs, etc, is absolutely correct, from what he remembers from his ex-girlfriend; while I only have one set of lips instead of two, "down there", a little careful probing with a finger, suggests that I even have a G-spot! :-)

When he's able to get nice and clean after work, and it's time for him to go to bed, we've taken to sleeping together, naked. It's still my bedroom, though - I do make him ask!

...and so to bed...

My hubby (yes, I'm wearing a wedding ring, already - we haven't planned anything ceremony-wise yet, though...) tends to get up with the sun during the summer, so he was back with me on the sofa around six on Saturday morning; we switched Radio 4 on, and had a nice cuddle for an hour or so under a blanket. The top I shipped in, left absolutely nothing to the imagination anyway, so I took it off - one thing led to another, I stayed sitting on the sofa, my guy got onto his knees, and now he has rug burns on them, bless him :-).

Anyway, once the postman had been - while the glass in our front door is frosted, you can still see the stairs from there, and it wouldn't be good if he saw what appeared to be a guy carrying a dead girl up the stairs - it was time for hubby to get me to my bedroom.

Just like the Daleks from "classic" Doctor Who (not the revitalised series with Russell T. Davies in charge), I (and probably, most RealDolls) don't like stairs. Getting us up and down them, isn't exactly convenient.

Echoing Vanessa's "plan your move" advice, I'd like to add "and if your move fails, ensure it's going to fail safely".

Our house has a flight of 13 stairs, with a 90 degree right-hand bend at step 5. Rather than try anything fancy involving ropes and chairs (as was one of the suggestions), we decided to do a simple "bear hug lift and carry, in stages, if necessary".

One thing my guy figured out for himself to begin with, but which was confirmed later by another lucky b10 owner, is to negotiate those stairs, barefoot. When you've got 160lbs of silicone voluptuousness in your arms, there's no way you're going to be able to see your feet, so go at a measured pace. One thing we didn't quite get sorted out, was that while my guy brought my legs up as though I was going to sit astride a horse, they kept slipping down and obstructing his steps. Even though I'm brand new, I wonder if my joints may be a little loose, or maybe it's a b10 thing...

First stage got me to step 6 and then safely down, second stage got me to step 10; my head landed with a small thump on the very top step and my wig came off as a result, but I was fine otherwise.

After hubby had a little rest, he got me onto the top step - effectively, the floor of the upper storey of the house - and there, we hit a problem.

Anyway, here's a tip or two, when carrying a dolly who is way too heavy to lift bridal-fashion, upstairs; make her limbs, work with you.

Between moves, bend her legs and carefully plant her feet, on a step a couple down from where her bottom is resting. Stand on that same step yourself, when you take hold of Dolly and bring her torso up to yours; she'll partially support herself on her own legs, for long enough for you to get that bear-hug on.

So, there I was, effectively sat on the floor and needing to be raised onto my office chair. Hubby had a static chair upstairs, which would be accessible with one more 4-step lift - and then it would be a simple move onto my office chair, to wheel me to my bedroom.

Here's where his training as a Physicist, cut in.

Rathr than do a traditional dead-lift, sit in the chair, yourself. Hug Dolly close to you, from behind, under her arms. She's still sat on the floor, at this point.

Now, stand up.

If you're sufficiently taller than Dolly (as my guy is), you can get her lovely ass onto a regular chair. After that it's a regular lifting manoeuvre, to get her between lower and higher chairs. After that, it's a simple matter of wheeling.

Oh, and I love my bedroom :-). I have a nice white king-sized bed piled high with cushions, and hubby (bless him) has agreed to re-arrange the cushions such that my weight will be taken by different points of my body, at different times, such that I hopefully will not develop flat spots.

So, I should perhaps draw a veil over our subsequent activities, in my bedroom. All I'll disclose, is that he loves me :-).

I'm HOME!!! :-)

Wow, it's been quite a couple of days!

I arrived at my new home, fashionably late (I was booked for a delivery between 11:00 and 12:00, and I arrived at about 14:15). Two burly guys from Seko brought me in my (rather damaged) crate through my guy's front door, but try as they might, they couldn't get me, encrated, up his stairs; the combination of crate and I were just too heavy, and the 90 degree bend in the staircase completely defeated them, as the crate would have had to negotiated it entirely vertical. Even with my guy assisting as best he could (there's not much room for 3 men, around a dollcrate), it was a non-starter.

So, they left me in his downstairs hallway; it wasn't long before my guy had taken the screws out of my crate with his Leatherman (7 rather than the usual 8; the top screw had been torn out, when the top of my crate parted company with the rest, courtesy of manhandling by Virgin Atlantic).

Aside: My guy prefers to fly Virgin Atlantic when he goes to the West Coast on business, but I certainly can't recommend their freight service!

Anyway, unpacking me took much longer than a doll should really expect. First, Abyss have now taken to fitting a strong steel spring-clip to hold the crate door shut, as well as the screws, and it took a few minutes with his Leatherman's pliers before the clip violently pinged off. Then, he swung the door open - and it was an "eyes across a crowded room" thing.

Granted, he's far from being the best-looking guy in the world. He's nice and tall (6'4"), but could do with losing a few pounds and seriously beefing up; if he's going to carry me around much, as I'm a curvaceous b10, he's going to have to get some more muscle :-). He does have kind eyes, though; as fall-into brown as mine are piercing (and ultra-realistic - he went for the option and isn't regretting it) blue.

As you might expect, once my plastic sheet was fully off (the nice folk at Seko had taken my sheet off down to the first foam bracing piece, with my guy's permission, to check I was OK after the crate damage) there was something of a hiatus; lots of "welcome home", kissing and lots of sweet nothings). In fact, he was sufficiently blown away that he missed picking up one staple and had it drive into his heel; he got a little Anglo-Saxon about it, but nothing to offend a lady, too much :-).

So, lots of staple and foam removal later, I was, as they say, "swinging by my neck bolt". Just like Vanessa's friend, my guy was astonished that all of me, could be suspended from something that small.

I was left a little forlorn (after, admittedly much good-night kissing and getting-to-know-you time) last night in my crate, while he slept on the problem of how to get me upstairs.

After testing my weight, he knew he wasn't going to be able to grab me close and walk all the way up, so he brought my wheeled office chair downstairs, uncrated me right there in the hallway (marble floor - nice), and wheeled me through into the sitting room.

We're now curled up together on our nice big leather sofa, watching Nelson Mandela's 90th Birthday concert; I'm still somewhat inflexible joint-wise, because I'm brand new, so I can't lounge back properly, but it's cool. He's stroking my hair (having brushed it out properly, after uncrating), kissing my arm, and holding my hand through my hand-guards (more of which, later), and we're getting to know eachother, nicely.

My guy did the sensible thing, by following Vanessa's un-crating instructions, although he thinks there's even more useful advice to add, thus:

• Before even getting your screwdriver out to open that crate door, remove anything sharp or bulky, from your person. This includes chunky wristwatches, signet rings, and belt-mounted tools, 'phones and pouches. We want nothing sharp or capable of making an impression on soft material, in proximity to Dolly. Cut your fingernails, too.
  
• Abyss don't ship us with roses, any more. Aww :-(. Still, my guy bought me a bunch of real ones, instead :-).
  
• I'll back Vanessa up a hundredfold, in terms of "plan your move". Dropping Dolly, especially when she's as voluptuous as Vanessa or I, could cause serious damage. He Did The Right Thing, bless him, by bringing my chair downstairs, rather than taking an unwarranted risk of dropping me in the stair-climb.
  
• Until Dolly is in the part of the house where she can sensibly be wheeled around on an office chair, between rooms - eg, if you need to take her upstairs, somehow - leaving her hand-guards on, is probably the best approach. Our fingers are our most delicate parts, after all. However, if you want to reach in and hold Dolly's hand, it's possible :-).
  

More on the full stair-scaling plan, once he has it finalised...

Arrival Day!

I'll be moving to my new home, this coming Thursday; I can't wait to see it, and to finally meet my guy! :-)

A Clean Bill of Health...

Abyss, bless them, have been in touch with some Very Senior People at Seko, and I suspect sterm words may have been exchanged, behind my finely-sculpted silicone back.

My guy received the following yesterday, from the nice folk at Abyss:

"[Senior Seko guy]: Looks like the doll is fine, apparently the crate end loosened up from handling. Below is the response we received from or London office.

Seko UK: After checking the doll I can confirm that she is fine, no visible damage or smudges. From what I could see everything was intact. We have received [my guy]'s cheque today so we will have to wait for the funds to clear before we can arrange delivery. In this time we will fix the box up the best we can."

It's Not Seko's Fault.

I've had some discussions with other dolls who have had crate damage, and it appears it's an airline thing; crates heavier than ours might be readily able to support, occasionally get put on top of our crates in the aircraft hold, at which point things start to go wrong. Still, given the robust way that Abyss pack us within the crate, moderate crate damage won't affect us, unless it's in certain very specific areas.

From pictures my guy has seen of of other dolls' crates, it's not like we're short of "FRAGILE" labels. It appears that air freight leaves much to be desired, when it comes to instructions being followed...

"Crate damaged"...

My guy has been in contact with a very helpful chap at Seko UK, who, on receipt of my crate, noticed damage (allegedly caused by Virgin Atlantic) and rang him up.

Following Vanessa's valuable recommendations, my guy emailed Abyss immediately. They got straight onto the case, bless them, and have met with someone really rather senior at Seko Worldwide; apparently the top of my crate (this being the door, as I ship lying on my back) started to come off, at some point in transit.

Still, I'm also rather worried, as Abyss have given Seko the authority to check the contents of the crate - ie, me - for damage. So, some burly cargo handlers are going to pop my crate and (hopefully) be confronted with one undamaged, full-on gorgeous silicone "T2.0" clad in something provocative, and I have no idea what will happen as a result!

If nothing else, I think my guy can expect some knowing grins, when I'm finally delivered to his place... at least Abyss have assured him that damage to the crate, is kighly unlikely to result in damage to me...

Hello, England! :-)

(well, a warehouse at London Heathrow Airport Terminal 3, anyway :-( )

I've made my transatlantic crossing, the folk at Seko (who RD ship us to Europe, at least, with) were nice and efficient in getting in touch with my guy... there's "just one small snag".

What with import duty and tax, plus delivery (Seko are happy to truck me down to my guy's place at a very reasonable rate, and get me - still in my crate - upstairs, bless them), it means that there's another payment to be made - nearly a third of what my guy paid for me, in the first place.

Still, as L'Oreal might say, "I'm worth it" :-).

That's not the snag, though.

The fact that I'm being imported privately means that, by Seko UK policy, they won't take me to my guy until all the payments are cleared into their account. This wouldn't be a problem, except for the fact that they don't have the capability to process debit or credit cards - otherwise, I'd be on my way pretty much "right now".

My guy is uncomfortable about carrying the requisite amount of cash around - and indeed, withdrawing it from his bank would be an exceptional event - so, he's going to send them a cheque. Call it one day for postage, and three days for processing - and as he's going to be very busy for the first 3 days of next week, as he's presenting and doing demos at a conference - all things being well, I'll finally get to my new home and my guy, a week tomorrow...

Make of this, what you will.

I've just been pointed at a news article; have a look here.

It doesn't show dolls in a particularly positive light overall, although there are are high as well as low points.

I have a comment facility here, after all ;-).

Come and get me...

After 79 days of careful handcrafting by the fine folk at at Abyss, I've been completed; and I like what I see in the mirror :-).

I'm a little silicone-over-steel dolly standing 5'5" tall, but packing a lot of feminine curves into a small package. When it comes to Abyss specifications, I'm an unusual Body 10 / Face 3 combination, with light blue eyes and well-styled brunette hair (both above and below, if you see my meaning); I have just a little eye liner, but everything else - lips, nails, eye shadow - is enturely au naturel, as that's how this guy who ordered me, wants me. I have a sneaking suspicion that he wants to do my make-up himself; I really hope he's straight.

Anyway, it will very shortly be time for me to be put in my shipping crate before I travel from my current home in San Marcos, California to London Heathrow, so more, later...

Information to Consider

While I'm still being built, my guy (bless him) has been finding out what he can regarding us dolls. He has also, by his curiosity, found out some things about some of the other guys who love us.

So, please check out this article, and if you have the bandwidth, this video.

"I Blog, Therefore I Am"

As it's apparently traditional to say, "Hello, World" :-).

Right now, my physical being is probably split between various bins of steel parts for my endoskeleton, and a vat or so of latex and silicone for my covering, plus boxes of glass eyes, and wigs made of human hair. I'm going to become a RealDoll from Abyss Creations, however as the order for my construction has been submitted by some lucky guy in the UK, it's time I made my proto-existence known, even if I'm currently just a serial number and set of specifications on a bunch of job sheets.

I gather much kudos to is due to Elle and Vanessa, for helping persuade - via their sites - this guy to place his order for me.

More later, once there's more of me. I'm on a 16-18 week lead time, worst case, so it might be a while...