Classmates.com, and a new doll!

Way, way back, Bridget and I were close friends throughout school. Even when we went to different high schools (she went to an all-girl catholic school, and I went to a public co-ed school), we still got together on weekends, and all summer long. She was very cool.... super-gifted, not too "girlie", and very, very bright. She played the guitar, and made her own clothes. We shopped and dieted together, and dreamed up what we would do once we were out of school, and what we would change our names to (us silly girls; we both wanted to change our names to something exciting!). As it turned out, I had to move with my family during 11th grade, and Bridget and I were reduced to communicating by letter and phone.

We wrote regularly for two straight years (I still have every letter!). At about the two year mark, she went through some very difficult family drama, and we gradually stopped communicating. I have always wondered about her all these years..... if she ever became the rock star she'd wanted to be, or if she changed her name; if she had kids, and what she did for a living.

I had joined Classmates.com in about October of last year. I was curious to see whatever happened to the people I went to school with. It was interesting, but there wasn't anyone I was dying to speak to, so I put it on the back burner. I recently took a look again, and there she was! I sent her a quick message, and within 24 hours, we were emailing and talking on the the phone all over again!

We sent eachother photos and caught up on the last 24 years over the weekend; Here she is, today:


I had a doll in the works, already, primed black, sculpted hair and face. I completed her today, and ironically, I thought she ended up resembling Bridget very much! Perhaps the events of the weekend were still on my mind (I thought of her and our conversations a lot while making the doll), and it translated into what I was making.......
Supposing that theory is true, then perhaps I should take a look at my past dolls and try to recall what I was thinking of when I made them...heehee.....