A Boy Doll Diary - The photo story about a man living with his boy doll

Dear Diary, Adam : When I arrived here, I had the clothes on my back and a suit. The people at the Carpatina Doll Company made a mistake in the order and sent the Robin Hood costume instead of the Casual Chic outfit. I really don't see myself running around in the green tights so I found my wardrobe severely limited. Angelo gave me a cardigan which was too large for him as well as an over-sized T shirt.  Jesse reordered the Casual Chic outfit with shoes but they are coming via an US address so I have to wait. All in all, a rather dismal situation. "My eyes are glazed over from concentrating on all these small stitches!" I decided to take matters in to my own hands, as it were, and knit a jumper for myself. This was easier said than done. I didn't have a pattern to fit me so I had to try to adapt a pattern I had. It is knitted from the top-down with raglan sleeves so it's all in one piece. Since I never wear any top which has to be pulled ov

"Our feelings, exactly!" Dear Diary, Jesse : A technical note:  In case you think I was drinking when I took this photo, you're wrong.  The painting is straight!   I re-took this photo many times with always the same result: a crooked-looking painting. In desperation, I put a level on the painting and it shows perfectly level. There are some possible reasons for it looking crooked.  1. The floor is not level. 2. My head is not on straight. 3. My vision has gone wonky. 4. There is a computer/camera glitch. 5. It's really level - it's all in your imagination!

Dear Diary, Adam : I've been a bit despondent over all the bitchy things doll people have written about me on the internet and on Amazon. Some have called me creepy and grotesque, others a pedophile, others liken me to a ax murder or a sexual predator; there have even been allegations that I inseminated a doll. All lies! I have to admit my self esteem has been bruised. I don't understand why they say these things because they've never met me in person. Jesse explained to me that he knows from experience how nasty and unreasonably critical doll collectors can be, making unkind remarks and pretending to be experts, forgetting that dolls are meant to be playthings. He has advised me to ignore them like he does. Their opinions don't matter because they don't know what they're talking about and anyway, they don't even know ME! "Cheer up, Adam.  You mustn't let these people get to you!" I was thinking I'd ne

Dear Diary, Adam : I've been on the road a long time - 15 days to be exact.  I was ticketed for my trip on the 23 March and left the US on the 27 March, arriving in Auckland, NZ on the 30 March. I have no idea where I have been since arriving in New Zealand but it took until 7 April before I arrived at my new home.  I wonder if the postal workers know the meaning of the word "priority" in USPS Priority Mail... I arrive unceremoniously by post. When the postie put my box into the letter box, I felt a sense of relief come over me. For the past 8 days I've wondered what my new home would be like and at times I feared I might be lost and I'd never make it to my destination.  But, at last I was here - home! On the way home today, Jesse got this text message, "Someone came from the States to live with you today!"  This was welcome news.   Angelo has been waiting for me, not always very patiently he'll admit.  Once the box was safely inside,

Dear Diary, Angelo : This is April and the last day of the Easter holiday. While in the northern hemisphere spring is in full bloom, here in the southern hemisphere we are in the middle of autumn. The weather is still lovely and the trees are just beginning to turn colours. It's harvest time for us and we have been busy gathering in the vegetables. The early vegetables, like garlic, onions, radishes, carrots, potatoes and the like, have already been harvested.  The tomatoes continue to ripen along with the squash and pumpkins. There are Jerusalem artichokes to pull up and process. The strawberries are still blossoming and ripening but they have to be picked quickly as they mould very fast. The next batch of scarlet runner beans is almost ready to be picked. "Apples, peaches and pears - O my!" The orchard has been giving us fruit for a while now. We just picked some more fruit as you can see in the photo. This is just a small amount of what we

Dear Diary, A ngelo :   I am so excited because I won't be the only boy doll here for much longer!  Papa has arranged for a new boy, Adam Carpatina to come to live with us.  He will be our friend and will share our life together. It's great to think that soon I'll have some doll companionship. Humans are wonderful but only a doll can understand the inner workings of another doll. "Oi! Mr Postie!  Over here! Do you have a parcel for us today?" Every arvo for the past week I've waited at the window, watching for the postie to arrive with a parcel from the doll company.  And, every day I've been disappointed - nothing.  Adam is long overdue and each day Papa and I are excited in the morning but despondent in the evening.  "Patience, Angelo; patience!"  Well, that's easy to say. Now, it's a holiday weekend and I have to wait 2 more days until we have mail delivery again. Fingers crossed!

Hello!  My name is Angelo Sasha. Dear Diary, A ngelo :  I started life in the early 1970s as Gregor Sport by Sasha Morgenthaler. From that time until I came to live with my papa, Jesse, in 2000 when he purchased me from Nancy at “Let's Play Dolls”, I spent my entire life in my original box.    From the minute Papa opened the box, I have always been his favourite doll. Over the past 16 years we have had many adventures together. At one time, before FaceBook, I had my own PictureTrail called Angelo's World where I shared my life with people. That site has been closed for a long time now.  But, it was lots of fun and we've decided to do a modern blog. My papa loves me dearly and tells me that I have a face everyone can relate to, no matter the age, race or gender. He says that's the special charisma my grandmother Sasha M gave to me.     I'm glad for this gift. I