Hey everyone. I wanted to catch up and say hello. Plus I haven't posted anything in a minute so I feel that it is time for some talk both personal and toy related.
My lovely kindred dorkette Laura (from Boo Bobby) is one of my many inspirations from blogging online. She is a shooting star full of energy and fearlessness. I adore her and one of the things that I try to borrow from her is this whole idea of opening up about the personal things that we all go through. Diary of a Dorkette has always been just that, a diary. (That I let other people read.) So I totally get that the name of this blog is a bit silly. Diaries are meant to be a personal experience right? Shared with only myself and the four walls of my bedroom and of course She-Ra. But I don't know so much about that way of thinking. After all, there are lots of circumstances where one reads someone else's diary. Like when an Indiana Jones-type finds some hidden journal from a secret tomb. Or when a nosy younger brother decides to pour through the diary of his big sister and then rattle on to their parents. Sometimes it just feels fun to read someone's diary. I think.
With that said, I wanted to share some things with you all. I have gotten emails and messages from so many of you wanting to see how I have been doing, and for some, this news will not be totally new. But out with it already. I moved back home with my parents because my marriage is over. Like over in a bad way over. I won't go into the details because I am a woman of a particular age and a lady does not divulge the nitty gritty details of her soap opera love life. Needless to say I have been in a fog. Not so much that I am regretting my decision, but more so that it just hurts. It hurts that my life was one way and now it jumped to page 87 in a Choose Your Own Adventure book when I had clearly wanted to go to page 22.
I'm doing ok though. I really am. Moving back home with my parents has been an adjustment, but it hasn't been all that bad. I've really been having a nice time with my parents and brother. Sure they don't get the dork thing that much, but I have totally introduced my parents to DVR. They now never miss a show. I also got my mom hooked on the show Meet the Goldbergs. (Though she is not a fan of Trophy Wife or Cougar Town.) My mom is also happy to have me there to help with the house cleaning because she gets a bit swamped with things and I am happy to help. My brother and I gossip about everything while also going out and doing fun things. I get to see my friends more. My dad laughs more now than ever before because he thinks I'm funny. I'm somehow making my mess of a life work. (I've also begun capturing my mom on Vine. She'd kill me if she knew, but she is pretty funny.)
My mind is not free from fear though. I cry a lot at those Pedigree dog food commercials where the dog is abandoned and then finds a good home. I also cry a lot when I'm driving home from work. I just don't really cry around others, because I think it bothers people. Like no one knows what to do when I cry. So I just save it for when I'm by myself. God that sounds like the saddest Tammy Wynette knock-off song ever. French fries from McDonald's really help though. French fries make everything better.
I think I'm scared that I will be alone forever; that I will literally become the old toy lady or that my mom's prophesy that we turn out like Grey Gardens will come true. I'm a romantic at heart and I love the idea of love, but I am really scared that I will never really know what that is. I know that sounds hokey and a little bit angst ridden, but it is something I fear. I've only ever done my best to be a great girlfriend or a great wife, but I just have the most rotten luck in finding a knight in shining armor to appreciate me. Of course at this moment in my life, I don't even know that I am wanting to deal with any of that love stuff. I've gotta get my stuff together!
Which is why I need to channel my inner She-Ra or Wonder Woman. I'm not letting my lot in life stop me from doing what I do best, and what I do is dorky! I have been going through my collection and finding things to part with. It is actually easier than I thought. It will take me awhile, but I have many care packages to send out. I also have wonderful toy interviews and stories to still tell that will keep you all on the edge of your seat. (I might actually be interviewing real life people too, but more on that for another time.)
I finally got my Marriage and Family Therapy license renewed! I'm still waiting for the paperwork to be mailed to me, but my status says active online! So that is really exciting. I can now practice again. I've also been continuing to sell makeup and perfumes to people. I am really good at selling stuff to people. I smile a lot and know how to paint my face up. Plus I like smelling good and that shows in selling fragrance to someone who also wants to smell good too. Ya know?
There has been a lack of fun vintage toy talk on here lately, I know, and that is because I have been officially writing for Retro-Daze.org! I have mentioned this before, but there is now a side panel of all the articles I have lovingly written for that wonderful site. I am very honored to have been given that opportunity. So for those who are wanting to enjoy some fun retro reads, please check them out. I have the best time writing about so many of my favorite topics. (I'm not the only one that writes stuff either. There are other wonderful writers too and even a forum!)
I've also been very busy on a super fun secretive project that has kept me away from posting as much as I'd like. So once I have finished that up I will be posting more on here and really getting down to the fun side of things. I really am doing fine. I have been keeping myself busy while trying to pick up the pieces of my life. The Diary is not going anywhere. I might not be posting as much right now, but I have a lot of stuff to still say. I also adore each and every one of you.
Now let's end all this talk with some toys. I recently traveled to the future and caught a glimpse of myself:
But in my mind, this is how I envision myself:
Also, I recently bought this on eBay for real cheap. We are all Flintstone Kids.