We're What You'd Call Scrape - Part Square, Part Drape
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
I remember vividly the day I picked up a Quatchi doll. I was sorting through them in an attempt to pick out the best one, when a ten year old girl walked up beside me. She told her mom that she wanted one, and her mom responded by saying she was too old for things like that and that she needed to grow up. All I could do really was just stand there and soak it all in with a Quatchi doll in hand. I decided to purchase the thing anyway where he currently resides on the dash of my car. He's cool.