tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18348936230881355142024-03-05T16:06:08.134-08:00DollyFeverAll my other dollsAudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-29771317611333594262014-04-10T15:26:00.000-07:002014-04-10T15:26:48.655-07:00Magic Attic Doll!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
She must have been hiding somewhere for two days, because by the time I saw her the 48-hour employee restriction was over and I was able to purchase her with no problem. She was $3.99 minus my 30% discount plus 7.725% sales tax--you do the math (because I seem to have tossed out the receipt, knowing I would never return her!).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Magic Attic Megan</td></tr>
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I had no idea who she was but I was pretty sure she was special. I thought at first she was an Oldenberg Ashley doll, like Auntie Berman used to have and re-homed.<br />
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It wasn't until I had googled around a bit that I realized she (my dolly) was all vinyl instead of having the soft body that so many play dolls do. I thought she might be a Kidz N Cats doll, but apparently they all have 11 points of articulation, which this doll didn't. I finally recognized her when I went to the <a href="http://www.justmagicdolls.com/meet/mac/MACSummary.htm" target="_blank">Just Magic Dolls website</a>. She is Megan of the Magic Attic Club! I had never given these dolls much thought, never having seen one in person. She is <i>much</i> prettier in person than her picture would indicate. She has a very elfin smile. HLP mentioned that she is more realistic looking than most of my dolls. It's nice to know he notices!<br />
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She had no clothes when I got her and had a couple of ink marks on her face. A magic eraser took care of the ink marks and I let her wear the sock monkey dress, although it was slightly too big on her. These are slim-bodied dolls, smaller around than American Girls. Her hair was a bit wild and had an elastic band entangled in it. I snipped out the band and brushed her hair against my well-protected leg until I was able to untangle it enough to braid it, although it's slipping out now. Mrs. Smith has promised to bring me some fabric softener for a Downy dunk, but so far she hasn't remembered.<br />
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Then I made her a summer dress using a free pattern from the <a href="http://www.carpatina.com/freepattern.html" target="_blank">Carpatina website</a>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I named her Sara</td></tr>
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I have a bag of shoes somewhere and I'm sure I'll find it soon, but she likes going barefoot since we are having lovely warm weather. I would have taken pictures of her with one or more of her sisters but there was an Unfortunate Coffee Incident this morning and I have to wait until everything dries out thoroughly to see if I still have a working camera. (I know how you feel now, <a href="http://www.thedollbarn.blogspot.be/2014/04/camera-troubles-solved.html" target="_blank">Nymphaea</a>!)</div>
AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-21293782599009369282014-02-19T15:19:00.002-08:002014-02-19T16:38:46.575-08:00Handkerchief Dresses<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Biggie Sis sent a link to a BJD handkerchief dress tutorial by <a href="http://skelly-jelly.deviantart.com/art/BJD-Handkerchief-dress-tutorial-324816117" target="_blank">skelly jelly</a> and since I have a lot of handkerchiefs I thought I'd give it a try.<br />
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I chose Elnora to be my model because she is so often neglected.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elnora's original dress</td></tr>
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I got Elnora at the Doll and Teddy Bear Show several years ago. Although her tag says $20, I think I got her for $12 or $15 because the vendors were packing up and eager to leave. She is a 12 inch hard plastic doll. She had stapled-on clothes which I removed as soon as I got her home. For a long time she wore this dress that I made for her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elnora's green dress</td></tr>
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So anyway, back to the handkerchief dresses. First I spread out my hankies to see what I had.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elnora surrounded by hankies</td></tr>
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Then I chose one and made my cuts.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cuttings</td></tr>
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Then I pinned and sewed per the tute, although instead of pleating the skirt I gathered it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pinning</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More pinning</td></tr>
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I sewed 6 inches of ribbon to the point of the bodice but I recommend a much longer piece, unless you have very small hands or a small child available to tie it. I put a strip of velcro up the back rather than use a snap. Also, the tute doesn't say what to do with the excess waistband, so I just cut it off.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elnora models her dress</td></tr>
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I was so impressed with the dress that I made one for Glinda too. Glinda is an 11 inch hard plastic doll. I think I got her on eBay. Here is her original outfit.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glinda's Glinda outfit</td></tr>
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Apparently I named her Genevieve but I always call her Glinda and I think Glinda she will always be. I made her a hankie dress too, and a headband.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elnora and Glinda in their hankie dresses</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I tried a headband on Elnora but it didn't look right</td></tr>
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Now I am eyeing a couple of bandannas that HLP will never miss, for the bigger girls.<br />
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A couple of hours later--I couldn't resist making a bandanna dress, this time for Caroline.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Caroline shows off her dress</td></tr>
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AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-77100337946283639592014-02-14T11:22:00.001-08:002014-02-14T11:22:34.018-08:00Flouncy Skirts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Mrs. Smith and I went thrifting last week for the first time in ages. When I found an infant/toddler sized flouncy skirt, I had a sudden inspiration!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">18-month size skirt</td></tr>
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Easy flouncy skirts for the girls! I simply cut down both side seams and wrapped each piece around a doll to see where to sew the side seam for the new skirt.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maria and Temerity show off their new skirts</td></tr>
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I had also found trousers with flouncy legs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These were size 2/3 Toddler</td></tr>
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Lorraine had been giving me very furious looks because she was being neglected. Also, after reading Nymphaea's latest post at <a href="http://www.thedollbarn.blogspot.be/2014/02/susie-and-fortune-teller.html" target="_blank">The Doll Barn</a>, I was feeling guilty about neglecting Casilda too. SoI decided to use these flounces to make skirts for Lorraine and Cassie. The trouser legs were nice and stretchy so they worked well for the bodices.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lorraine is too young not to have straps on her dress</td></tr>
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There was even enough fabric left to make one more dress, so I chose Starla, my 16" Tonner doll. I wasn't sure how long it should be so I haven't finished it yet. I tried three lengths.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Short</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Long</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Longest</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who wore it best?</td></tr>
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That's all I was going to sew yesterday but then I started looking at Belinda. She didn't <i>say</i> anything but I knew she was hoping. So I took a little toddler dress with a picture of fireworks on it and began to cut it down for her. I didn't get very far but she knows she's next on the list.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I was afraid I'd been forgotten."</td></tr>
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And just so you know that Cassie hadn't totally been neglected, a couple of months ago Mrs. Smith stopped by and took over my computer, so I was forced to sit at my sewing machine. I picked up a couple of pieces of felt and was inspired to make something for Cassie.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very mod</td></tr>
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Now I can't wait to get back to work and look for more flouncy skirts!</div>
AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-85673890174283860342014-01-28T14:51:00.001-08:002014-01-28T14:51:41.051-08:00Beauty and The Beast (No, Not Dolls)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Three weeks ago Husband-Like Person did some car work for a friend who was moving away. As well as paying him, the friend told him to come look in his garage because he had a lot of stuff he was not taking with him. HLP returned and said to me "You'll never believe what I got!"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beauty, the Rocketeer</td></tr>
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It was a Singer 500A sewing machine which I have been wanting for years! It was nicknamed "The Rocketeer" by customers who thought it looked like something Jane Jetson would have. I had told HLP about it and shown him pictures, but you never really know how much they pay attention or retain, do you? HLP is a machinist by trade and even though he doesn't really have an interest in sewing machines, he appreciates a beautiful machine of any kind. It had belonged to the friend's girlfriend and she didn't want to "drag it to Arizona" with them. It is in near perfect condition, missing only the top spool pin and the secondary spool pin that goes to the left of the spool pin that pops up when the lid is up. It also doesn't have its cams, but I am not into fancy stitches so I don't mind.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With its lid up</td></tr>
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I named it Beauty, a name that just sprang into my head after looking at it. It sewed beautifully, after a few thread-tangling starts.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Temerity and Beauty</td></tr>
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Then a couple of week ago at work, I saw another Singer in our store. It was a 401A.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Beast</td></tr>
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It is similar but not as space-agey as Beauty and was obviously once in a cabinet. It was $19.99. After a few days of thinking about and seeing no one had any interest in buying it, I decided to get it. I had a $10 gift certificate from the store and my discount on furniture items is 30%, so it only cost me $5.08! After I got it home I realized it didn't have a power cord, which is separate from the foot controller. I found one at <a href="http://shop.sew-classic.com/" target="_blank">Sew-Classic</a> for only $6.99. Every place else I looked wanted twice as much or more. I also ordered a package of bobbins and two spool pins. I ordered these on Thursday, January 23, and they arrived on Monday the 27th! How's that for fast service?<br />
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The Beast seemed to run fine until I actually tried to sew and then it came to a grinding halt. I am going to clean it thoroughly and put in a new needle. I already oiled it. It was getting dark when I tried it and my light is rather dim so I decided to wait until I could see what I was doing. The spool pins went in nicely on top, with gentle taps from a hammer.<br />
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I made simple dresses for Temerity and Maria with the Rocketeer.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls check out the new machines</td></tr>
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Maria's dress is a little longer, because I was having the thread-tangling issues when I sewed the shoulder seams of Tem's dress but I have figured that out now.<br />
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This is proof that good things come to she who waits. And HLP got a lot of nice bike parts from his friend, so we were both happy!<br />
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AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-43742719067145627252014-01-09T19:48:00.001-08:002014-01-09T19:48:22.643-08:00AMELIA'S HERE!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
UPS kept NOT updating the Tracking on her until last night, finally, it said she had arrived in Sparks, Nevada (where the UPS center is) at 9:28 p.m. I briefly considered rushing over there and pounding on their doors and making them give her to me. This morning Tracking said she had gone Out For Delivery at 3:30 a.m. Then I had to go somewhere until 11 a.m., at which time I stopped in our park office and asked the landlord if she had arrived. I explained it was my Christmas dolly I was expecting. He looked a bit baffled (not a doll person, obviously!) and said no, UPS hadn't come yet. So I went home and planned to call in a few hours, but at 12:30 the dear man called me and said she was here!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First photo</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Out of the plastic</td></tr>
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I wasted no time opening her. She was well secured with twist ties but I made short work of them.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our first selfie</td></tr>
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She is going to be Steampunk and Biggie Sis had suggested Temerity as a name. I like it. It's a Steampunk Virtue name. Her full name is Temerity Jane and she wants to be an airship pilot when she grows up.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meeting Maria</td></tr>
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I introduced her to Maria. I can see now that Maria is younger than Tem, but I think that will work out well. Everyone should have a big or little sister! Or both.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"How was your journey?" asked Maria.</td></tr>
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Then we tried on a couple of hats.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is pretty</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And so is this</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maria tries on Tem's hat</td></tr>
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I haven't yet taken off her clothes. I was pretty mentally exhausted by then and Tem, Maria, and I had to take a nap at that point. Maria wants to have some Victorian clothes, Steampunk or otherwise, and I will work on them tomorrow. I need to start looking seriously at patterns and fabric and dust off the sewing machine!</div>
AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-17547415950929094062014-01-06T15:29:00.000-08:002014-01-06T15:30:27.786-08:00And a Little More Catching Up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<h4 style="text-align: left;">
ARWEN</h4>
There was a day back in November when all sorts of little things seemed to go wrong. Nothing major--just things like I had forgotten to put the basket in the coffee pot before putting in the filter so there were coffee grounds all over; I almost ran over a bicyclist on the way to work and even though I tried to tell myself it was his fault, I knew it wasn't (he knew it wasn't too but just looked resigned); and I spilled my coke all over my lap as I got out to go into work. "I must be very careful today," I told myself. "No sudden moves." So I worked away cautiously and as I was checking on the Collectibles (to make sure nothing was out of place, of course, not to look at dollies) I saw HER:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I knew at once she was Special</td></tr>
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Who could she be? Not a Barbie, obviously. I looked under her skirt and saw she was made by the same company that made Spideyman! I do have an eye for the best, don't I? Now my dilemma: should I attempt to buy her now and hope Mark the new supervisor didn't notice that she had just come out that day or should I wait until she'd been out for 48 hours? Remember, I had been having a Bad Day and I didn't want to jinx anything. I decided to go ahead and try to buy her. It occurred to me that my Bad Day had actually started the night before when I set the coffee maker up, so maybe the curse was over. And what was the worst that could happen? Mark would just say no, I couldn't buy her. So seizing the day, or something, I took her up to the cash register on my break and good ol' Mark never even looked at the date. And I would like to add that the curse ended then and there.<br />
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Once I got her home I had to undress her, where I discovered that she and Spideyman/Nigel have the same problem--detached, duct-taped leg syndrome.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Arwen wishes to put her dress back on</td></tr>
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A little googling revealed her to be Arwen from Lord of the Rings. When I first got Spidey and was looking him up, I found mostly LOTR dolls made by that company and I remember thinking, "Oh, I'd never want one of them!" I really think the best dolls are the totally unexpected ones that just come to us. <br />
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I was inspired by her to reattach Nigel's head to his original body and duct tape his leg on. Girly Man was happy to have his body back.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spidey doesn't mind too much that he can't sit down now.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"How careless of the human to lose my tiara!"</td></tr>
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Yes, somehow I lost her tiara while I was redressing her. I am hoping it will turn up but I may have to get her a new one.<br />
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MULAN</h4>
"I'm not even going to look at the doll wall," I told myself, "because a very special girl is coming to live with us next week." But somehow one caught my eye.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mulan</td></tr>
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The poor girl had no shirt but her pants are original. I think she is the cutest Mulan I've seen. Her hair's a bit wild so I put a headband on it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Ahoy, matey"</td></tr>
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She has told me she wants to be a pirate girl so I'm trying to think of a piratey name for her.<br />
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">
And Coming Up:</h4>
Amelia, a Girl For All Time, is coming to live with us, thanks to Biggie Sis!! She is expected to arrive on Thursday. I hope they wrapped her in a blanket since she's coming from the heart of the Polar Vortex. She will be glad to get to civilization and semi-warmth.</div>
AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-69729903507899422422013-11-20T12:17:00.001-08:002013-11-20T12:18:52.843-08:00Catching Up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Last spring Auntie Berman gave Lulu texturized hair and did a great job.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the Bunch O'Hair Salon</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The back</td></tr>
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It still needs a little touch-up either with a Magic Marker or a paintbrush, but she is very pleased with it. Months later, I finally got around to making her the dress I had been promising her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New dress</td></tr>
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The material came from a pillow sham and it was rather slippery fabric. Next time I will use cotton.<br />
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I thought my Monster Girl collection was complete, but then I found HER at work!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clawdeen and Alienna</td></tr>
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Her ears intrigued me. I didn't know who she was but to my amazement, Terri the supervisor who claims to not like dolls, knew who she was. "That's Howleen's sister," she said, as I stared at her in surprise. She looked embarrassed and explained quickly that her son watches Monster High on TV.<br />
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I had two more finds at Salvation Army Warehouse. First Hawaiian Girl, a rather pitiful attempt at dolliness. She is made of really cheap plastic and her hair was falling out but I felt so sorry for her that I had to get her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In her native costume.</td></tr>
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I also found a Vogue Ginny Doll and felt compelled to get her although I'm not really fond of Ginny dolls. Mrs. Smith didn't want her at first but then realized she did, so Ginny now lives with her.<br />
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When Hawaiian Girl's hair really started falling out, I pulled it all out, removed her sewn-on grass skirt, and gave her another Hawaiian dress I had.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ginny, Lorraine, Lulu, Hawaiian Girl</td></tr>
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I tried a little wig on her and although it's still too big, she looks pretty cute in it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The new Hawaiian Girl</td></tr>
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The Monster High story continues. Monday I found, hanging on the toy wall in plain sight, Deuce Gorgon! He had been there for three days but I think no one wanted him because his right lower arm is missing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Neither one looks too happy.</td></tr>
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I think Monster dolls don't mind missing body parts. They can tell the others they were part of a Mad Scientist's experiment.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Deuce meets the girls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Deuce meets the guys.</td></tr>
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As you can see, Nigel's head is off again. I dropped him and the cork broke. It's on my To Do list . . .<br />
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In closing, I want to ask did anyone else notice the resemblance?<br />
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AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-29695120186019733142013-10-10T12:16:00.002-07:002013-10-10T12:16:43.433-07:00Wonder Woman<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Last Saturday Mrs. Smith and I went to the Doll & Teddy Bear Show. It is nothing like it was in its former glory but is fun to go to just to see what's there. As we passed one booth, a doll fell to the floor beside me. I picked her up. It was a Barbie sized Wonder Woman!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Torano Guy and Wondie</td></tr>
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On the back of her head was DC Comics Inc 1976. Mrs. Smith pointed out that she had fallen off a $1 shelf. While we were waiting for the owner of the booth to finish with another customer, I examined her more closely and saw that rather than being Mattel, like Lois Lane, she was a Mego doll! Just like Red Nicky! Then I noticed that her legs looked like they were glued on. I asked the booth lady if that's why she was only $1 and she said probably. She appeared to have no interest in Wondie whatsoever but eagerly took my dollar.<br />
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That's the only purchase we made at the Doll Show. When I got to work, I started looking at Barbies with the idea of doing a head transplant for Wonder Woman. I bought a $1.49 Barbie as a donor, although I had my doubts. I also bought what I call The Torano Guy, mainly because I liked his face and he wasn't Ken. The back of his head says 1991 Torano. Or that's what I thought. I just discovered it says Torand, not Torano. That's why I couldn't find any information about him. He is Brandon Walsh of Beverly Hills 90210. I knew he looked familiar. (Yes, I have to admit that I used to watch Beverly Hills 90210. My boyfriend-at-the-time's daughter lived with us and that's my excuse.)<br />
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Anyway, back to Wondie.<br />
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I began researching Mego Wonder Woman and discovered many of their celebrity dolls developed a condition called Mego Melt, which has to do with the chemical reaction between the hard plastic torso and the softer vinyl limbs, especially if they were stored in hot places. I thought at first my Wondie's neck wouldn't turn but I wiggled it gently and it moved. Encouraged, I began trying to move her legs and sure enough, they moved. She has this gluey, melted plastic stuff between her legs but I will get some Goo Gone or something similar and see if it comes off. Her undies have it stuck on them and I'm hoping that will come out too.<br />
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There is a <a href="http://www.carolastrickland.com/comics/wwcentral/costume_indices/wwcost1.html" target="_blank">Wonder Woman Costume site</a> that has a history of Wonder Woman's outfits through the years. There are 16 pages of info there and I didn't make it to the end, I was so overwhelmed. I must make her some silver bracelets and a golden lasso and a tiara. I put a sock dress on her just to see what she'd look like in "normal" clothes. I couldn't bring myself to put her in a princess dress.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very mod</td></tr>
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Wondie is 12 1/2 inches tall (because she's an Amazon, you know). She has real eyelashes and her hair keeps catching on them. She has articulated wrists. Some models I saw on eBay have articulated ankles. She and Red Nicky seem to get along well. Red Nicky knows that she is still my favorite.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"We Megos are the best!"</td></tr>
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And now for some exciting Nigel news. Nigel has a new body!<br />
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There were no action figure booths at the doll show. I finally decided I just had to do something, anything for the poor boy. So I used a blow dryer on his neck and popped his head off.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside Nigel's head</td></tr>
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The picture doesn't show that there was black paint inside his head. I had suspected that someone repainted his hair. It is brown underneath.<br />
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As I looked around for inspiration, I saw a cork. Auntie Berman had given me several corks to try to make doll shoes from. I whittled--or tried to. Cork doesn't whittle well. It crumbles a lot. I finally came up with a plug that fit down inside Girly Man's neck.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cork neck plug</td></tr>
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The only workable glue I could find on hand was some called Kids Choice Glue, similar to Elmer's or school glue, so I used it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I kept twisting his head around until I found a good position</td></tr>
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Then I let him rest overnight.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Mini Deads were fascinated. If his head fell off, they could play with it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The remains of Spidey Man and Girly Man's head</td></tr>
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I am keeping the body parts because you never know when you might need a leg or a head or whatever. And I returned the donor Barbie, much to her relief.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think Anakin likes Wondie</td></tr>
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And now it's time to sew some guy clothes.</div>
AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-46012716591194033502013-09-26T22:13:00.000-07:002013-09-26T22:13:18.480-07:00A Quick Update on New Guy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I got an answer from Hasbro, as follows:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px;"> "</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px;">I'm pleased to reply. After viewing the pictures on your blog, it looks like you have an Anakin Skywalker figure from the "Attack of the Clones" series. Regrettably, as there are so many different figures made for Star Wars, I cannot verify additional product information other than the character name."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">I've never been much of a Star Wars fan so I had never heard of him. I looked on eBay and found a few guys just like him and many others ranging from 3 1/2 inches up to 13. There is also a version of him at an older age. Sad to say, nobody's asking very much for any versions of him!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I don't know about this!"</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">I tried draping him in a piece of rabbit fur that Sara the Supervisor had given me (I thought maybe on his home planet they wore furs) but he didn't seem to like it.</span><br />
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Mrs. Smith took one of his boots off and then we couldn't get it back on. (That's why one of his legs looks longer than the other.) I tried putting the boot on the radiator for a while to soften it up but still couldn't get his foot all the way into it. I think I may have to slit it up the back, which is okay because I hate struggling with putting clothes on dolls. The other guys could wear the boots too, then. Anakin has articulated ankles and could be a ballet dancer if he wanted to.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anakin's tunic and Red Nicky's new pantsuit</td></tr>
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I made him a quick tunic out of felt, since I was sewing for Red Nicky. It could be a bit bigger around but it will keep him warm for now.<br />
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I made Red Nicky's pantsuit out of a child's summer dress. The jacket, except for the sleeves, is that stretchy elasticized already-smocked fabric (which was the top of the dress) and the sleeves and pants are just plain cotton. She has a very tiny waist and the back of her pants doesn't look nearly as nice as the front--very thready. I think I need to put a little fray-check on parts of it too. But it's a nice start to her wardrobe.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She's keeping her distance.</td></tr>
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AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-66070324508301858102013-09-25T11:31:00.000-07:002013-09-25T11:31:07.116-07:00New Guys for Red Nicky<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
First, this is an experiment because I'm trying to identify a Hasbro guy that I found. I emailed Hasbro and they've been very helpful but my picture attachments don't come through for them. So I am going to post his picture here and then I think I can copy it directly into into the email.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Red Nicky is not sure about that braid.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What's with that tuft of hair?</td></tr>
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My big find this week, though, was a Spideyman!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Red Nicky hasn't made any decisions yet.</td></tr>
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He has a black smudge on his nose that I haven't been able to remove. I will probably have to paint over it. I tried alcohol, nail polish remover with acetone, peanut butter, eraser sponge--nothing worked. But his big problem (besides his Spidey hands) is that when I undressed him, I discovered his left leg was not attached! The plastic pivot was broken off.<br />
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Then I had the brilliant idea of re-bodying him! That would solve the problem of his hands and his leg. Also, I don't really want such a bulky body. In fact, he's not going to be Spideyman any more. His name is Nigel and he is a Gentleman.<br />
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I checked out the Kens at work. There were only two. One had what looked like a very blotchy sunburn or else radiation poisoning, so I rejected him at once. The other one--well, you be the judge. They had him priced at only $1.49.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Are you a guy or a girl?"</td></tr>
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We refer to him as Girly Man. I'm not sure if a haircut would help. His head says Disney and his body says Mattel. I think he's a Prince Charming type.<br />
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After I popped Girly Man's head off, I realized Nigel has a totally different neck/head setup.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Let this be a bad dream," prayed Nigel.</td></tr>
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Nigel's neck goes up into his head and GM's head fits down into his neck. I think I will look around for a different donor body. I can't be too picky about skin tones but I am carrying Nigel's leg around in my purse so I can try to find a good match. But you'll notice in the pictures his head doesn't really match his body anyway. It must be from all those years of wearing a spidey mask.<br />
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Hang in there, Nigel. I will find you a nice body and decent clothes. And Hasbro man, I will uncover your identity. And Girly Man, I'll think of something to do with you.</div>
AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-38170027227775398822013-09-11T16:20:00.000-07:002013-09-11T16:21:27.291-07:00It's Never Too Early for Halloween<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Especially if you work at Savers, where we start getting ready in August! So I thought I'd go ahead and show off my Mini Living Dead dolls and their castle, which is out of storage now for the season.<br />
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Yes, the picture is kind of small. I lost the original and copied this from the Halloween In Miniature Yahoo Group I belong to, but it had become smallified. I tried to biggify it and it didn't work. (But the pictures sure load faster!)<br />
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Husband-like person reluctantly agreed to paint it. He grew more enthusiastic and did a wonderful job.<br />
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A few years ago Auntie Berman gave me a Mini Living Dead Doll. She had one herself, named Raven. I named mine Winterkill. I think they are both Living Dead Sadie dolls. Unable to resist, we got a few more from eBay. I had a lovely scene set up in my bedroom but eventually dismantled it to make room for more (normal) dolls.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">DeVille entertains The Creature and a nameless ghoul.</td></tr>
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The following year I had a different setup and was pleased to add a Halloween Tree to the scene. We found it at a thrift shop (of course).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bride of Frankenstein, Winterkill, DeVille</td></tr>
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The Bride is very interesting. She is made of some very rubbery, squishy substance. She fits right in at Winterkill's Castle.<br />
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Other dolls wanted to get in on the fun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bratz Boy and Jinx</td></tr>
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Mrs. Smith painted scars on the Bratz Boy's head and did his eye makeup. Jinx is an MGA girl who decided to Go Goth. The Living Dead boy is a full size Living Dead doll, 10 inches tall, given to me by my friend (and now supervisor) Terri, before I ever went to work at Savers. I assume she got him at Savers, which just goes to show you never know what will turn up in a thrift store. Seraphina is another MGA girl. She wasn't as eager as Jinx to Go Goth but now she quite likes it. I'm sure I named the boys at some point, but unfortunately I can't remember what.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everything's all in a jumble. Coffins everywhere.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This will be our best year ever!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We want our scene too!</td></tr>
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I also need to set up a scene for the Midnight Magic girls.<br />
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You may notice a new face here. I found a Monster High girl at work. I thought at first she was some sort of Alien girl but then realized she was a Monster High doll.<br />
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She was from a Monster High Create-A-Monster set and whoever had her had mixed and matched her parts, so she's half Lagoona and half Draculaura. Since she was bald, I had to find her some hair.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Are they laughing at me?"</td></tr>
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For some reason golden curls just didn't suit her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Red Nicky is not real thrilled with her.</td></tr>
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This wig was much better but slightly too big for her head. Then I found a Liv wig in my bag o'hair that fit her head.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I like being a blonde!"</td></tr>
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Halloween season has just begun. The possibilities are endless!<br />
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AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-20520574593128992842013-08-14T13:02:00.000-07:002013-08-14T13:02:01.878-07:00Mego Fashion Doll<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I saw a bagged doll in the Barbie section at work a few days ago and almost passed her by. She had extremely unnatural looking red hair. Then I took a closer look and saw she was <i>not</i> a Barbie. I was able to read Mego Corp. on the back of her neck and decided to buy her, thinking maybe I could turn her into a <a href="http://phillycollector.blogspot.com/2011_07_14_archive.html" target="_blank">Miss Fear</a> (or <a href="http://phillycollector.blogspot.com/2013/07/asian-dafs-trying-to-stay-cool.html" target="_blank">here</a>). Across her back it says Mego of Hong Kong, 1977, Made in Hong Kong.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It wasn't until later I realized her jumpsuit was turned wrong-side out.</td></tr>
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She seemed to have a rather whitish face streaked with green.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Green streaks.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The green streaks came off with a magic sponge eraser. The white face (and in some cases arms) are a "normal" affliction of these dolls, something to do with the plasticizer used in their manufacture. There was an 18 or 19 inch size doll made, sold along with makeup so girls could make up the doll's face. <a href="http://crissyandbeth.com/Candi.html" target="_blank">http://crissyandbeth.com/Candi.html</a>. Looking at her head-on, she has rather a hard looking face, but her profile shows a sweeter, softer side.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Her hair is a bit sparse on top near the front. As well as being a very strange red, it feels like cotton candy (although not sticky) and is pretty much uncombable. I put a (large) black wig on her to see how she would look as Miss Fear.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"It's just not me!"</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">At first I thought she was Mego's 11.5 inch Candi doll but then I found out Candi had three friends. From the <a href="http://www.dollreference.com/mego_dolls.html" target="_blank">Doll Reference site</a> "<b style="line-height: 24px;">1979 Fashion Candi doll</b><span style="line-height: 24px;">, 11 1/2" tall rooted hair, [painted facial features jointed body. A Barbie competitor. Candi has four friends: </span><b style="line-height: 24px;">Cinnamon, Lemonade, Tangerine</b><span style="line-height: 24px;"> & </span><b style="line-height: 24px;">Wild Berry</b><span style="line-height: 24px;">, each are same sized 11 1/2" tall & were scented." </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;">Wild Berry is the one with red hair and my doll's hair </span><i style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;">is</i><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;"> very faintly scented.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I found a lovely green sweater among my miscellaneous doll clothes that was perfect for her.</span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"This is the true <i>me</i>!"</td></tr>
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">By now I had fallen totally in love with this girl. I had been thinking of making a new avatar lately and she seemed the perfect model. I named her Red Nicky, after my great-grandfather's brother who was called Red Nick because of his red hair. </span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now I am going to plan her wardrobe and maybe sew for her.</span></span></div>
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AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-78906079291964343482013-08-08T22:43:00.001-07:002013-08-08T22:43:32.007-07:00Miscellaneous Dollies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">Eleanor</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Jody doll</td></tr>
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Eleanor is an Ideal Jody doll I found at Salvation Army Warehouse last spring. I didn't know who she was but I soon identified her through eBay. She is from 1974/1975 and was apparently quite wealthy, having a Victorian parlor, a general store, a country kitchen, and a horse and farm. At the Wishbook site, I found her in the Montgomery Ward 1975 <a href="http://www.wishbookweb.com/1975WardsXMas/index.htm" target="_blank">Christmas Catalog</a> on page 332 (you have to scroll across the bottom to the far right to get to the toys). She cost $4.99 back then and if you got her with a room, $15.99. It doesn't look like you could buy the room separately, although people are selling them on eBay (asking over $200 for some of them).<br />
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She was in her original dress and had her white boots. Her hair, which was originally floor length, had been cut to a much more manageable waist length. She is 9 inches tall, too tall for the Wayfarers Inn people and too short for Barbie, but I liked her so I got her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I found some clothes to fit her, in case she was<br />tired of her white dress.</td></tr>
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She is the first doll I got the idea of making into a Steampunk girl, but so far I haven't done anything about it. And because I thought she needed a companion, I kept my eye out for someone else her size and was eventually rewarded.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"What is this ridiculous outfit I have on?"</td></tr>
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Her face looked really familiar but I couldn't quite place her. Her back was marked 1977 Spelling-Goldberg Productions, All Rights Reserved, Made in Hong Kong. I finally located her on eBay--Yes, she is Farrah Fawcett from Charlie's Angels! No wonder she's horrified at that outfit. (I just stuck some clothes on her to cover her nakedness. You'd think she'd be a little more grateful.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"This is better, I think."</td></tr>
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The purple dress came from a Disney Anastasia doll. I didn't really like the doll but I did like the dress.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fab Faces Doll</span><br />
She's a My Scene Fab Faces doll.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She looks normal from the front.</td></tr>
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When I saw this doll I thought she was a normal Barbie--until I saw the knobs sticking out of her back.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her knobs</td></tr>
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You push the knobs and she makes faces!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smiling</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frowny face</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ooh face</td></tr>
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The <a href="http://www.toyboxphilosopher.com/2012/04/quick-review-of-fab-faces-kennedy-from.html" target="_blank">Toy Box Philospher</a> has an excellent review of these dolls, with much better pictures. You have to scroll halfway down before you get to the faces.<br />
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Why, Mattel. Why??<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Unknown Doll</span><br />
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I just loved this doll's face and pale skin but I have no idea who she is.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I know who I am, but I'm not telling."</td></tr>
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I found her at Bargain Bin and later I saw another one at our store. On her back it just says Made in China 2011. She also has a paper sticker that says Toys R Us, Maidenhead UK, with several numbers interspersed in there. I think she looks a lot like a Barbie Stardoll but she doesn't have rooted eyelashes like they do. I found real Stardolls on the Toys R Us website, but none like her. Her lips were very pale but Auntie Berman painted them for me before she left.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A crocheted dress I found.</td></tr>
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I named her Savannah. It just kind of came to me. I wish all the dolls would tell me their names that easily!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Midnight Magic</span><br />
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Last Friday I thought I was supposed to work but when I got there, I found out I wasn't. So, quickly getting over my disappointment, I went across and down the parking lot to Bargain Bin. It was mighty slim pickings but then I spotted what I thought was a Monster High doll. It turned out to be a Midnight Magic doll. Two of them in fact.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"We thought were were goners!" </td></tr>
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The Pink girl was missing a leg. I searched the bin thoroughly but couldn't find it. I made my rounds of the other bins but since it was so late in the day, there wasn't much there. Then I came back to the bin where I'd found the dolls and searched again. No luck. I moved to the one next to it and suddenly saw a pink leg! The Purple girl was missing her forearm but since her whole arm was taped up, I didn't even try to find her hand.<br />
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I had no idea who they were but I soon found out they are Midnight Magic girls, sold by Dollar General, Walgreens, and other such stores for less than $6.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Her leg is not attached.</td></tr>
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Husband-Like Person reluctantly agreed to try to reattach the leg, and he did, using a small zip tie.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sorry for the fuzziness.</td></tr>
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Her leg is sort of permanently sticking out, but she's just happy to have two legs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Always dancing.</td></tr>
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Tuesday Mrs. Smith and I went thrifting. It wasn't the same as going with Auntie Berman but we had a good time. Mrs. Smith bought almost $30 worth of stuff at Bargain Bin, no mean feat. She got a lot of purses and jeans. I found a few dolly clothing items and then saw a Disney doll with articulated arms. I got her with the idea of doing an arm transplant. Unfortunately I am growing rather fond of her, although I don't usually like the Disney look. The back of her head just says Disney China. After searching eBay, I am convinced she is Princess Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Now I'd better get out a princess dress for her! I will also attempt to repaint her lips a more pleasing color.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Disney girls have very odd eyes.</td></tr>
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So I think Purple girl will end up having a Steampunk mechanical arm, although I haven't quite figured out how that's going to happen.<br />
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AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-43232553782239002512013-07-30T17:05:00.000-07:002013-07-30T17:05:27.307-07:00Barbie Fever Relapse<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I really thought I was done with Barbies, especially now that I had my Tonner doll. Barbies just aren't as gorgeous as Tonners. But then Raine said something to me about I thought I was done with Barbies but I probably wasn't. Of course this planted the seed in my head and the next day at work I started looking at the bagged Barbies on the wall. To my amazement, I saw one that had a face that reminded me of Starla! Now the people at work are not supposed to enable in my dolly habit, but when I told the supervisor "There's a doll I have to get" she just shrugged and said "Well, you've gotta do what you've gotta do" and for $1.51 the doll was mine (original price $1.99).<br />
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When I got home that night, I ripped open the bag and saw on the back of her neck DC Comics!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. Philadelphia's blouse comes in handy again.</td></tr>
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I didn't even know there was such a thing! It took quite a bit of googling and eBay searching to figure out she is Lois Lane from the movie Superman Returns. She has one brown eye and one blue, just like the actress who played Lois Lane. She is by far the prettiest of the Superhero group (even though she herself isn't a superhero).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Starla and Lois Lane doll</td></tr>
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Luckily I had a few clothes to fit her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This dress is more her style.</td></tr>
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And then I remembered that I didn't get rid of <i>all</i> my Barbies! I kept Bobbie and Sabra and Kyle and G.I. Joe. They are packed away in a box and now I'll have to dig them out.<br />
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Husband-like Person asked if I didn't think the other dolls got jealous when I got a new one and starting taking pictures of her and not them. I said they probably did. I also admitted that it's been a few days and I'm ready to find another new doll. It's all in the thrill of the hunt. He agreed, saying that's how he is with wristwatches. At least his watches don't take up as much room as dollies, but I'd much rather have a dolly habit.<br />
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Mrs. Smith and I were going to go thrifting today but she was having plumbing problems (in her bathroom, not personally) and I am low on money, so we agreed to go next week when Mr. Smith will be out of town and I will have had a payday.<br />
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AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-41697855360337264722013-07-24T18:43:00.000-07:002013-07-24T18:44:36.563-07:00Starla<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Little did we realize when we set out that sunny June day what a treasure awaited us at, of all places, the Other Savers! I work at the Savers in Sparks, Nevada, and the Other Savers is the one in Reno. Of course my coworkers and I consider our store to be vastly superior to theirs (well, it is bigger). But with thrift stores, it's all a matter of being in the right place at the right time. We had some donations to make, since Auntie Berman was getting ready to move away (and sadly, she has done so) and since many of the items were things I never wanted to see again, we took them to the Other Savers. (Here I might add that sometimes we donate things to my store and then accidentally buy them again, but that just shows that our taste is consistent.)<br />
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Anyway, as we checked out the Toy Wall, I noticed that their toy bags were much bigger than ours (and more expensive). I think it was Auntie Berman who spotted the larger-than-Barbie size doll in a bag and closer inspection revealed it to be a Tonner doll!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"What are the odds of finding me in a thrift store!"</td></tr>
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There was a Barbie and some other small toys in the bag with her and the price was $5.99. Because she had just been put out that day, I couldn't buy her with my employee discount so Auntie Berman bought her at full price. And here I must say that when we made the donation, the guy asked us if we wanted a 20% off coupon and I carelessly said "Oh no, I'm an employee so we don't need it." Auntie Berman has not let me forget that. We later stopped at a Salvation Army store and bought a sock for her to wear, although it didn't fit as nicely as Casilda's.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When we got home I began to search for her identity. On the back of her head it says Effanbee Doll Company Inc. ©2004. On the small of her back it says ©2003 Tonner Doll Company Inc. I started with the Effanbee Company website and thought she looked a little bit, but not totally, like Brenda Starr. Then I went to the Tonner website and thought I searched thoroughly through their archived catalogs but still couldn't find her. So I emailed the Tonner Company and a very nice lady named Michelle helped me figure out that she (the doll) was Betty Ann, Brenda Starr's friend. They only had her for a couple of years, around 2006. Michelle said </span>"<span style="background-color: white; color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Still working and now that we solved this wonderful mystery, it’s 2006 Mainline Collection, scroll to Effanbee and you will see her, it’s the Basic Betty Ann!! </span><span style="background-color: white; color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">YAY! Mystery solved, you’ll see her in full view…so fun! </span><span style="background-color: white; color: navy; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;">Glad we could help, those dates are basically meaningless as we use them for many years and also we used the Tonner updated bodies on Effanbee too so they had the bendy wrists!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Here is what she looked like in the catalog.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brenda Starr, Daphne Dimples, Betty Ann</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I wonder why Betty Ann didn't have a last name? I named her Starla. I have a Wayfarers Inn doll named Starla but they don't mind sharing the same name. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Of course I made her a swimsuit.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Possibly there's a bit too much cleavage.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I found a pair of Barbie shorts that just fit her, along with a Barbie shirt that was too big.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Well, it's better than a sock."</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">And then I attempted to make her a dress using a Barbie pattern that I biggified, with not very good results.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"This dress makes me look dowdy!"</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I have photographed her with Trouty Boy, one of our two trout shaped pillows that are excellent neck pillows. They are both named Trouty Boy but mine only has one eye. I keep meaning to give him another one, because I have a whole package of googly eyes, but somehow I never remember to do it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Next I will try this Gene <a href="http://www.janelwashere.com/crafts/gene_patterns.htm" target="_blank">dress </a> because I really like bias-cut dresses. Gene is the same size as Betty Ann, although made by a different company.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Because they were both designed by Robert Tonner, I thought Starla and Lorraine might get along well.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Surely we're not really related!"</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">They were polite to each other, but that's all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Now if I can just walk into a thrift store and find Havana St. John <a href="http://www.tonnerdoll.com/brenda-starr/havana-st-john" target="_blank">http://www.tonnerdoll.com/brenda-starr/havana-st-john</a> with or without his eye patch!</span></div>
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AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-82019492284230719982013-07-18T23:19:00.002-07:002013-07-18T23:21:02.331-07:00Bathing Beauties<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I told them they were going to be on the cover of the <i>Sports Illustrated </i>Swimsuit issue.</td></tr>
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I think I had heard of Lorifina dolls at one time but never paid any attention to them (the story of my life!), so when I found one at my store last December I didn't recognize her but thought she was really pretty. No one seemed to want her so I decided to buy her. She was priced at $7.99 so someone in Back had recognized her quality although she was just put out with the other ordinary dolls. Picking the right time/right supervisor, I got her for $4.00. She was wearing jeans and shoes and nothing else, so I took a top along for her to wear. I discovered she was a Lorifina doll (good review <a href="http://www.toyboxphilosopher.com/2012/01/lorifina-discontinued-by-hasbro.html" target="_blank">here</a>). I named her Casilda, Cassie for short.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Casilda and sock monkey</td></tr>
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A dress I had removed from a broken porcelain doll fit her perfectly for her Christmas dress.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Goodness, I hope I don't have to wear this all year long!"</td></tr>
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Lorraine liked her, as well as Lorraine could like anyone else. Lorifinas are 20 inches tall (Lorraine is 21), which is probably why they never caught on.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lorraine had just tried on her new dress that I made for her.</td></tr>
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Here they are side by side. Lorraine is quite a bit bigger around.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lorraine is wearing a Chinese outfit Auntie Berman let her borrow. Cassie's pink top belongs to a bear, I think.</td></tr>
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Then one day when we were out thrifting we found a child's pair of socks that I thought would make a cute sock dress. So I tried it for Casilda.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cassie's new sock dress.</td></tr>
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You can't tell in the picture, but it's actually a two-piece outfit. Thanks to her curvaceous figure, it fit quite well. Now for the first time, Husband-Like Person had something nice to say about my dolls. "I like <i>her</i>," he said happily. "She's a Hot Chick!"<br />
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Not wanting to discourage his interest, I deciding to make a bathing suit for her, and when I rewigged Caroline and Juliet I realized they needed them too.<br />
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I can't remember where I found this pattern, so I can't give credit to the original poster, unfortunately. It was sized for a Barbie but I biggify or smallify as needed (I've made lots of them for various dolls). Once I've cut one out, I'm always confused about what to do next. So I opened the picture with Windows Paint and added the letters. Use really stretchy fabric. First fold the fabric lengthwise and sew together the straight part with the double notches/tabs (A to A). Don't sew all the way down into the curved part. Now both the B pieces will be one single piece, so fold the B down to meet the C and sew them together. Now all you have to do is match the single notches/tabs and sew those seams. Don't accidentally sew the leg or arm openings together, as I have done more than once. Depending on your fabric, you can hem the raw edges or not. Some swimsuit fabric is really tightly knit and you won't have to do anything to the edges.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here I just added a skirt to Caroline's outfit and she's ready to party.</td></tr>
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Now I was going to put my most wonderful find, a Tonner doll, in this post but I don't have time so I will save her for the next post. Here is a sneak peak of her:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I'm not very impressed with <i>my</i> sock dress!"</td></tr>
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Also, I have named the new Tollytots doll Sandra (and don't call her Sandy, please). I took Lizzie's advice and combed out her hair and she looks a little happier now. Auntie Berman gave her the sock monkey dress.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's a Wells Fargo horse on the left, not a piggy.</td></tr>
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AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-55668858985472042832013-07-04T17:06:00.000-07:002013-07-04T17:07:01.081-07:00Belinda<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't remember where I first saw the Journey Girls but I was enchanted by them. Although I hoped I could find one at a thrift store, I knew it wasn't likely so I actually bought one brand-new! First Auntie Berman and I made a trip to Toys R Us to look at them. Surprisingly, I wasn't attracted to Kelsey, the red-haired one. Instead I liked Dana. I wasn't totally sure I needed a new doll, but Auntie Berman convinced me I did and offered to advance me the money, since it wasn't yet payday. So we went back the next day. (Auntie Berman was thinking about getting Callie, the Asian girl, for herself but she was Out of Stock and apparently wasn't going to be restocked.) Dana was $32.99 and I had found a 30% off coupon, so that paid for the sales tax and then some and she was only $28.43 total.<br />
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We rushed her out to Auntie Berman's van and eagerly unpacked her. The first thing I did was remove her glasses, because dollies shouldn't have to wear glasses. Meanwhile, she (Dana) had told me that her name is really Belinda. Then we needed to dispose of her box, because I didn't want Husband-Like Person to know about her (that I'd bought her new, not that he would have said anything because he's always buying himself bicycle things, but still . . . ) The box stayed in Auntie Berman's van for quite a while, until we were able to dispose of it discreetly.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Belinda and Merry</td></tr>
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Meanwhile, we had found a horse at Goodwill Bargain Bin! He was very battered and had obviously had a hard life, but we couldn't bear to think of him going to the glue factory so we got him. We named him Laredo. The girls all love him. It looks like he has eyebrows but actually that's where his "skin" has rubbed off.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Belinda on Laredo</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New dress</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lorraine is not terribly pleased with her new sister.</td></tr>
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In the last couple of months I have found two more horses! Both came into our store and as soon as I could (remember, I have to wait 2 days to buy things there) I bought them.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pally, Laredo and Durango.</td></tr>
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Pally is a palomino, of course. (Pally is an old family horse name from my father's side of the family.) Durango seemed like a good Western sort of horse name to go along with Laredo. These horses have articulated ankles, although I'm not sure why.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I suppose I'll have to get them saddles now.</td></tr>
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The girl on Durango is my latest doll. She is a Tollytots. We got ten or twelve 18 inch dolls at our store and at first I wasn't terribly impressed with them. They were all Tollytots and Battats, most of them not very cute. Then I read on someone's blog about how they turned a girl doll into a boy doll and I briefly thought I might do that. So on our Thrifting Tuesday last week, Auntie Berman and I looked over the remaining dolls. I had second thoughts about gender reassignment at that point and decided I liked this girl a lot. Auntie Berman found a similar one (with sausage curls that need work), so we both got a doll that day. I still haven't named her and I wish she didn't look so frightened all the time, but I'm sure she'll settle in soon. </div>
AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-82008730043662982332013-06-21T15:02:00.001-07:002013-06-21T15:05:38.624-07:00More Wiggings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've gone through several 18 inchers over the last year but realized I had to cut back on them, so I settled on having Sunny and Meriel, and two Our Generation girls from Battat. The first was Winter Rose.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunny and Winter Rose</td></tr>
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Our Generation girls are noted for their bad hair. So first I tried cutting it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Merry with her curls and Winty with her bob.</td></tr>
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It was actually pretty cute. Then I got Haila, a blonde Our Generation girl. Apparently I didn't take any pictures of her with her original hair. Basically, she looked like Winty only with blonde hair. After I rewigged Merry, I got the urge to rewig more dolls. So I took the two wigs I got from the Doll Parts place and tried them on Winty and Haila. A new type of Dolly Fever was born -- Dolly Wigging Fever!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These clothes are all tagged Battat but they seem a bit tight.</td></tr>
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I had to cut off their hair close to the scalp, because they had rooted hair, not wigs.<br />
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As an added bonus, Auntie Berman repainted their lips a more pleasing color.<br />
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Now I took a good look at my 14 inch hard plastic girls. We had been picking up wigged porcelain dolls when we could and had quite a collection.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sally before</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Penny after</td></tr>
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I am keeping my eye out for another wig for Penny. I like this one except it had a circlet of roses glued on it and when I tried to get them off (heating the glue with a blow dryer), a lot of the glue just melted and got caught in her hair. But I like the style.<br />
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And now for my two masterpieces. We found Caroline at the Salvation Army Warehouse, dumped in with a bunch of miscellaneous stuff. Even though she's not my usual type, being vinyl and from the 60s, I had to rescue her.<br />
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(She has a bad case of Green Ear, but we try to ignore it.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She was dressed as a bride</td></tr>
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Well it seems Caroline was really meant to be a blonde!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bouncy blonde curls!</td></tr>
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Later, we found Juliet, I think at Goodwill Bargain Bin. She was dressed as a bride too.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The rejected bride</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She has jointed knees</td></tr>
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She is also made of vinyl, and from the markings on the back of her neck, I found out she is a Valentine Doll and is a ballerina. She has a tiny touch of Green Ear, but nothing like Caroline has. Her transformation was amazing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the True Me!</td></tr>
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And then there was Baby Barry, now named Gwennie. I wasn't real crazy about her but now I like her a lot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Help! My hair's coming off!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I like my brown hair."</td></tr>
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And that is all the wiggings I have done so far.<br />
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AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-13206060793353648742013-06-14T14:54:00.000-07:002013-06-14T14:57:08.386-07:00The Joys of Re-Wigging<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The first doll I re-wigged was Peggy, my first hard plastic doll. I bought her at a yard sale for $2. Her hair was pretty bad.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peggy, formerly known as Marley</td></tr>
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I don't remember why I removed her hair (possibly it fell off), but she was bald for quite a while.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I made her this nice satin underwear</td></tr>
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I had her restrung at the Doll & Teddy Bear show and the lady who did it told me she couldn't put her head back on until I got the crack in her forehead fixed.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's Peggy on the left, holding the jack o'lantern.</td></tr>
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So for a while she was headless, until I persuaded Husband-Like Person to fix her. I don't remember exactly what he used. Some kind of filler . . . Then I put her head back on and meanwhile, I got a wig for her on eBay.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, I know the wig is too far back.</td></tr>
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Auntie Berman once worked for a school psychologist who had a receding hairline. One day a little girl asked him "Why do you wear your hair so far back on your head?"<br />
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For some reason I never glued the hair on, until recently. I discovered The Joys of Re-Wigging! I think it came about because we found an American Girl at Goodwill Bargain Bin.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ratty, ratty hair!</td></tr>
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Someone had apparently tried to use a curling iron on this poor girl. We had to get her, to save her from the landfill. I began googling info about re-wigging. I found out how to remove her wig (I was greatly heartened by someone who said she had never met a wig that didn't respond to brute force). The offensive hair was soon removed. We named the dolly Meriel, Merry for short.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She remained cheerful throughout the ordeal.</td></tr>
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Meanwhile, Lorraine had had a terrible tragedy in which her arm suddenly fell off while I was dressing her. The plastic had actually broken. I was horrified. Lorraine was horrified. When I searched for a solution, I found out about doll screws, which are curlicue shaped. (By the way, if you search for "doll screws" on google, be sure your Safe Search is on. Otherwise you will get some very unpleasant results.) I ordered them and some doll-stringing elastic from a doll parts store. They were very cheap but I had to get $25 worth of stuff to order from them, so I decided to order two wigs, one red and one blonde, because I was thinking of giving Sunny a new wig, since her hair was kind of choppy. A few days later the doll store person called and said they were out of red and that particular blonde, so I went ahead and got auburn and a different blonde. When they arrived, I didn't like the auburn (it looked brown to me) or the blonde.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just okay.</td></tr>
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I had a half-wig that I liked (it was half a wig cap with lots of hair).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maybe the curls are a bit much.</td></tr>
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I left that on her, because now I had my little green-eyed girl with red hair, but I didn't glue it on (and here I should mention that Auntie Berman does all the gluing, because she is the Glue Queen). I was hoping to find something better.<br />
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And I did. It occurred to me that all those porcelain dolls we find at the Bargain Bin and Salvation Army Warehouse are wearing wigs! The dolls are usually broken, but their hair is perfectly good. Of course once I thought of it, we couldn't find any porcelain dolls--at first. But then we did!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perfect hair!</td></tr>
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So Merry is now decently wigged and very happy.<br />
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I will have to continue this later, because I have lots more wigs to talk about and no time to do it now.<br />
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(And we did get Lorraine's arm fixed, but she wouldn't let me photograph her and doesn't want to talk about it.)<br />
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AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-45539908865511774492013-06-07T13:45:00.000-07:002013-06-07T13:56:07.180-07:00When you haven't blogged for a while, it's best just to plunge back in<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So I'm going to start with Maria, who is a Sasha doll.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lulu and Maria</td></tr>
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A year ago I found a Sasha doll at work. I didn't know who she was but I knew she was Somebody.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A White Dress Sasha</td></tr>
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I brought in Auntie Berman, who immediately recognized her but couldn't remember her name. We called Biggie Sis and she informed us it was Sasha. So we got her. She was wearing her original white dress (that caused her to be called a White Dress Sasha). I realized after a couple of days that she was rather odd. I think it was her tan, which didn't really go with her red hair. Biggie Sis belongs to a Sasha group and she suggested we sell the doll. After much finagling (the burden of which fell mainly to Auntie Berman), we sold her for $160! Not bad for a $2.00 investment.<br />
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I never gave Sashas another thought until a few weeks ago when we were at Salvation Army Warehouse. We hadn't found much of anything and I wandered over to the big bin of stuffed animals they keep in back (but no more bears, I told myself). I almost didn't look in the back of the bin, because there were golf bags and clubs piled around it but since Auntie Berman wasn't ready, I shoved my way back and dug around and saw a brown arm sticking up. To my amazement, it was a Sasha doll! She was rather floppy, desperately needing restringing. She was naked except for her ID tag on her left wrist (it's supposed to be on her right but it's tied on and I don't want to try to change it). It says Sasha on one side and Made In England Serie on the other.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Posing in front of the snapdragons</td></tr>
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Our next stop was my Savers store, where we bought a small bag of doll clothes and put the pink flowered dress in the first picture on her. I really liked her a lot better than the first Sasha doll, I think because her skin tone was a better match for her hair. <a href="http://lizziesartycrafty.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Lizzie</a> told me she thinks they have an alien look about them, and I totally agree! Although I had visions of dollar signs when I first found her, by the time we got home I had bonded with her and knew I couldn't give her up.<br />
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I decided she is Mexican, because many of my coworkers are and I named her Maria because one of my favorite coworkers is Maria and also I had just finished re-reading <i>Three Without Fear </i>by Robert DuSoe, which is a great children's book, if you can find it, which you probably can't because it's out of print.<br />
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I found more clothes for her as well as some Battat shoes that fit.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eskimo dress</td></tr>
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I also restrung her, although that was kind of scary. Someone had tried to repair her using a giant rubber band. Fortunately I had good doll-stringing elastic. It was a success and look at her now!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maria Ballerina</td></tr>
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Then I had to make her a new dress.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New dress</td></tr>
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Last week I found a Mrs. Santa type doll (what was left of her) with a styrofoam head at Goodwill Bargain Bin. She was wearing a nice red dress so I relieved her of it and gave it to Maria.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A perfect Christmas dress</td></tr>
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That's all for now. I will be back with more exciting finds, like the Tonner fashion doll I just found!</div>
AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-72369144524841093062012-09-21T12:14:00.000-07:002012-09-21T12:14:23.121-07:00Ceddie Has a New Sister<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I had been keeping an eye out for a sister for Ceddie, even though I knew I could never find anyone as adorable as Ced. Day before yesterday, though, I noticed a new doll sitting on the shelf in the Girls Toys section who was unusually pretty. She was all vinyl and on the back of her head was 2000 Unimax. I had never heard of Unimax. I thought about her all day. I told myself she was just a vinyl doll, nothing special. But she was awfully pretty. At one point she disappeared and I thought "Good, someone bought her," but a little later I found her dumped upside down into a rolling cart across the store. I took her back to the Toys section and put her underneath the stuffed animals where no one would find her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She is wearing a dress that was obviously not made for her, but it looks very <br />nice on her. It has matching bloomers.</td></tr>
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Now I had to decide if I should try to buy her that day or wait until Friday when the Good Supervisor was working. The supervisor that day was a new one who is trying very hard to follow all the rules, and one of the rules is that employees have to wait 2 days after a product is put out to buy it. I just knew someone would find and buy my dolly so I decided to give it a try. The NS (New Supervisor) balked at letting me buy <i>anything</i>, because we aren't supposed to buy things during our shift. But the Former Supervisor told her that evening shift people were allowed to buy on their breaks, because they couldn't very well buy things after the store closed. So she said okay and luckily never even thought to check the date, which is coded and requires some thought to decipher.<br />
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Ceddie seems to like his sister. She is obviously older than he is so he's still the baby.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Look, we both fit in this basket with our teddies!"</td></tr>
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I think I am going to name her Alexandra but it's not definite yet.<br />
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After much Googling, I have determined that she is an Anne Geddes Daffodil Baby or Bee Baby. I am glad she wasn't wearing either outfit or I might have dismissed her out of hand when I saw her. She has very nice glass eyes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With her bent knees and arms, her body has Ceddie's "frog" look.
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Meanwhile, I have not neglected (very much) Sunny. We found two raincoats for our girls at one of the thrift stores.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Sunny, what are raincoats for?" "I don't know, Mendoza, but Auntie <br />gave me this wonderful apron."</td></tr>
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It's not likely they will ever need them, but it never hurts to be prepared. We are going to set up a scene in Auntie Berman's shed where they can have their own furniture and toys.<br />
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You know how I wasn't going to get any more bears? Well, what would you do if you were in the Goodwill Bargain Bin and Auntie Berman spotted a Paddington? And the very next week at Salvation Army you found <i>another</i> Paddington? I think we know what you would do.<br />
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The first is an older Eden Paddington from 1975, still with his original tag (but missing his hat). The second is also Eden brand but from 1983. (Paddington put on a little weight between 1975 and 1983.) We have lots of felt and can make them new hats. The second Paddington's hat is torn and has autographs written on it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The older one is unable to stand on his own.</td></tr>
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And then I saw a couple of other bears that needed rescuing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The right-hand bear was obviously much loved.</td></tr>
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Now I must get ready for work, because who knows what (or who) is waiting for me there!</div>
AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-28137427914753234982012-09-05T17:43:00.000-07:002012-09-21T12:14:52.297-07:00American Girl Fever<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A while back I got Barbie Fever, after thinking it could never happen to me. Now I have American Girl Fever, again after never thinking it could happen to me. It just goes to show: Never say never!<br />
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It started a few weeks ago when I found a Josefina American Girl doll at work, complete with her clothing (except for her shoes). I knew Auntie Berman liked her and had the Mini American Girl version of her. So I called her and asked if I should get her and of course the upshot was that I should. I think I got her for $1.50. Auntie Berman named her Mendoza, after the heroine of books by Kage Baker. I keep accidentally calling her Mendez.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But I like going barefoot.</td></tr>
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The next day we had to go out thrifting and at a small shop, sitting on the bottom shelf of a bookcase, was a Kirsten doll! Auntie Berman used to have a Kirsten and I quickly talked her into getting her (for $1.00). Her legs were a bit floppy and her hair had been cut. I kept looking at her and thinking how pretty she was and decided that I, too, wanted an American Girl. So then we had to go to several more stores but couldn't find any AG dolls. The next day Auntie Berman went on an expedition of her own to try and find one, but with no luck.<br />
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My birthday was approaching and Auntie Berman, after realizing the futility of finding an AG at such short notice (and possibly realizing how daunting it would be to adopt two girls at once), made the sacrifice and decided to give me the Kirsten doll. When she first got the Kirsten, she had immediately sent off to ebay for a lovely pink dress with pinafore for her. Then, under the pretext of going to see a neighbor who was moving, she took the doll and went to her hairdresser, who trimmed dolly's hair, put it up in rollers, and fastened a lovely flowered barrette in her hair where the hair-chopping could not be fixed. And the hairdresser didn't charge her a thing, since it was such a fun project.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at my hair!</td></tr>
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While I was at work, Auntie Berman came over and put the dolly on the shelf with my other dolls (not easy, she said--there was hardly room). Then she waited. I came home and went into my room a couple of times but simply did not see her. Auntie Berman had to suffer all evening, waiting for me to find her. At last, when I went to bed around midnight, I saw her! I was overwhelmed with her cuteness but it was so late I didn't call Auntie Berman. When I woke up in the morning I was again delighted, but I didn't know for sure if she was mine. I thought maybe Auntie Berman had just set her there to remind me that we were going to restring her legs. Auntie Berman said indignantly that she would never be so mean.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Best friends</td></tr>
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Now I had to think of a name. Of course it had to be Scandinavian, since AG Kirsten is Swedish. When we were in junior high, we had a Norwegian PE teacher named Miss Skaarstad. She was called Sonny by her peers. A little googling revealed that her first name is actually Søgnhild, so that is what I named my dolly and we are calling her Sunny (because I like that better than Sonny). However, we still don't know exactly how to pronounce Søgnhild and if I ever have to yell at her, I won't quite know what to say.<br />
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(In case you are wondering what ever happened to Sunshine, the relentlessly cheerful doll, well, she had a leg operation that was<i> not</i> a success and she has gone to that great Dollhouse in the Sky.)<br />
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Now for the operation. I found instructions <a href="http://www.spenecial.com/americangirl/agalbums/RestringingGuide/index.html" target="_blank">here</a>. We assembled the parts and began. First we untied her neck strings and removed her head.<br />
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Then I pulled out all her stuffing. There was a lot.<br />
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We did not want to totally remove all her parts and use new elastic, so we decided to put the brass inserts over the ferules that were already there and then crimp them. They were <i>very</i> hard to crimp. I had to wait until HLP came home and have him do it. I wanted to tighten up her arms, too, so I used zip ties (an idea we got from another website) as inserts on her arm elastic. Then I restuffed her and tied her neck back on.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the Recovery Room</td></tr>
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Unfortunately I didn't tie her neck tie tightly enough and as I was picking her up to show Auntie Berman, her head fell off, which was a bit unnerving. Auntie Berman retied it for me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Able to sit up and take nourishment</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mendoza and I can have a tea party!</td></tr>
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I forgot to mention Auntie Berman's doll Delilah. She is a Fancy Nancy doll I found several months ago at my store. She had her original outfit on too.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Delilah in her butterfly dress and polka dot pants</td></tr>
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Now we are all exhausted, but happy.</div>
AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-89006362538613942922012-08-21T21:48:00.000-07:002012-08-21T21:48:18.796-07:00I Don't Collect Bears, Really<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I borrowed that title from <a href="http://lizziesartycrafty.blogspot.com/2012/02/dolls-i-dont-collect-bears-or-barbies.html" target="_blank">Lizzie</a> because it seemed so appropriate.<br />
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My first bear was BooBoo. I got him for Valentine's Day when I was four. He was pink but I knew he was a boy because he had a blue ribbon around his neck. Unfortunately, there are no pictures of BooBoo.<br />
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One day, our grandmother and mother decided to go shopping in the Big City and for some reason didn't want to take us, so they bribed us by promising us each a present if we stayed home. (Our grandfather was left in charge of us--his method of babysitting was to leave us alone as long as we didn't yell or fight. Possibly Big Sis was there too, but she kept as far away from us as possible. Fortunately we were fairly well-behaved children.) I said I wanted overalls for BooBoo. You didn't see many dressed bears back in those days and I have no idea where I got the idea.<br />
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When they returned, my mom said she hadn't been able to find overalls so she got BooBoo a dress! A pink dress, I might add. I was disappointed but I put his dress on him and he wore it manfully for the rest of his life.<br />
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We had lots and lots of stuffed animals through the years. (I remember thinking, when Auntie Berman stopped sleeping with all of hers, that I would <i>never</i> stop sleeping with mine. Eventually I did!) I never singled out bears as my favorite stuffed animals, though.<br />
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Then about 6 or 7 years ago, Auntie Berman and I were at Salvation Army Thrift Shop when I saw Bertie. I was quite taken with him and got him (for 50 cents) and carried him around with me all day. And somehow, I've been adopting bears ever since.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bertie and the Russian bear.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>When my nephew went to Russia, he brought me back a Panda bear. It is to his credit that he was not the least bit embarrassed to carry a giant bear around the airports.<br />
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Now the story takes a tragic turn. I had several large bears and really no room for them. At the time I was driving a Volkswagen Vanagon, which I loved dearly. It's the only car I've ever bonded with. I put all my big bears in the van, where they rode around happily for months. Then Husband-Like Person decided to change the fuel filter in the gas tank. It was growing dark and he had a Halogen work light. (Can you guess what this is leading up to?) Suddenly he came running in the door yelling "Call the fire department!"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My bears were in there.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Some gasoline had leaked out and run into the light. HLP barely got out from under the van in time. He and Tom-next-door struggled to move Tom's propane tank out of danger. The fire trucks arrived but they couldn't put the fire out, because Volkswagens have magnesium engines (or something) and they just had to let it burn and make sure nothing else caught on fire. The ambulance arrived and took HLP to have his burned hand looked after. Meanwhile, the dogs and I huddled by the back fence, hoping for the best. We couldn't get out the front gate and there was a 5 1/2 foot fence around the rest of the yard. A neighbor across the street took this picture on his cell phone. He actually had a video but I've lost that somewhere along the way.<br />
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Eventually the fire died down and things went back to as normal as possible. Our very kind landlord only charged us for the cost of the boards to rebuild the fence, since his maintenance guys did the work. A friend towed the remains of the Vanagon to Pick & Pull, who agreed to take it off our hands for free (they didn't really want it, for some reason). And I mourned the loss of my bears.<br />
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Ever since then, I just can't resist cute bears when I see them and they need rescuing. At one time I had over 50 bears!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bears, bears, everywhere bears!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5gqgUear5LDUNcEIffaS5vUkhN5iDub9QXI7naMwLXSBfIuKpM3veWo_rzvfa6cFMr7AKX27qGE1EV1mnocRX_VVsm2ipQSnA1WQznVkMvWwC30ASQdPZyTj01liySiU03BsP8nQNeUX/s1600/More+bears.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU5gqgUear5LDUNcEIffaS5vUkhN5iDub9QXI7naMwLXSBfIuKpM3veWo_rzvfa6cFMr7AKX27qGE1EV1mnocRX_VVsm2ipQSnA1WQznVkMvWwC30ASQdPZyTj01liySiU03BsP8nQNeUX/s320/More+bears.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And more bears!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>While looking through my bear pictures I realized I had culled them about a year ago.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>But somehow, the number kept creeping up. So I made Auntie Berman help me cull the herd once more. Of course we couldn't say out loud "That one's not really very cute," but we just nodded or shook our heads as I held up each one. We finally got them down to a manageable number: 20. (That number may be slightly higher now.) We gave the unwanted bears to a church lady who helps at a food pantry/soup kitchen place. She was going to give them out to the children.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The overhead bears</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8WnKRHz478a2O7fFdHG0_i9IHH6vye2iFYuIyeBHgl8LRuAQSJEIihStFbCWqdOb8mjeWlmgwWsVUe1imhxhuvqaB6bXfaRzMfR2QdmT1rPpJpkWpLrX04kADwvLgFUq3r6U3LOD9el2/s1600/Underneath+bears.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8WnKRHz478a2O7fFdHG0_i9IHH6vye2iFYuIyeBHgl8LRuAQSJEIihStFbCWqdOb8mjeWlmgwWsVUe1imhxhuvqaB6bXfaRzMfR2QdmT1rPpJpkWpLrX04kADwvLgFUq3r6U3LOD9el2/s320/Underneath+bears.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The underneath bears</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Madison is the ballerina bear on the left. She is the only one who has a name. I have attempted to name bears for years but I always forget who is named what, except for Madison. I don't go out of my way to dress the bears. Some of them come with clothes and sometimes I just try something on that I already have. I did make Madison's skirt out of pink netting.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Madison in winter, wearing a sweater that her auntie made.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the bears are having a picnic.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeKqS0azLrcDpaJh6HCO72c_E0JX-v8QuALh7lxAB4QAhJgie-P867YnhzWuZWGh2ZoGgYVoSKUNKYj7f9AAHVaGPkchJKQizAgijU3MBzLLEAeUyoNKLK8zGKSDBwOh36KCVB0q44VSOH/s1600/Bears+with+Gordy+and+Lulu.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeKqS0azLrcDpaJh6HCO72c_E0JX-v8QuALh7lxAB4QAhJgie-P867YnhzWuZWGh2ZoGgYVoSKUNKYj7f9AAHVaGPkchJKQizAgijU3MBzLLEAeUyoNKLK8zGKSDBwOh36KCVB0q44VSOH/s320/Bears+with+Gordy+and+Lulu.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bear next to Lulu is one of my favorites--he looks so happy and growly.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigaxfbSRXp1CvrYn3rCrEGUGNecJffJf4FL2hLVWMBzvyOm5RbbqHZmxNqaCPVg_hZM8nyzkLLhHyKGRbS3xI1ZHvhYNPjy0NUtEv3CpHyMdxUYwieNmawRy8zN9N507MFSOtEB0gBfOF5/s1600/He's+not+really+threatening.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigaxfbSRXp1CvrYn3rCrEGUGNecJffJf4FL2hLVWMBzvyOm5RbbqHZmxNqaCPVg_hZM8nyzkLLhHyKGRbS3xI1ZHvhYNPjy0NUtEv3CpHyMdxUYwieNmawRy8zN9N507MFSOtEB0gBfOF5/s320/He's+not+really+threatening.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's not as threatening as he looks. He said something when his paw was squeezed but I removed <br />
his voice box. It wasn't working well and he's happier without it.</td></tr>
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I will end with a picture of Ceddie, because I can.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3czu9Lo03PyU2r_G1ESnyUvXEYr2I_oabscsLN96ygImvgtVVF3uPV4lKzKqC65-BMmAvdRtIU-P4eYGgQay2-Vrp5XgkZWHPsY1WmFNdGwAEV3R07oTBdfCyfOBmyYc52reA4XWz4mUp/s1600/Ceddie,+Lulu+and+Gordy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3czu9Lo03PyU2r_G1ESnyUvXEYr2I_oabscsLN96ygImvgtVVF3uPV4lKzKqC65-BMmAvdRtIU-P4eYGgQay2-Vrp5XgkZWHPsY1WmFNdGwAEV3R07oTBdfCyfOBmyYc52reA4XWz4mUp/s320/Ceddie,+Lulu+and+Gordy.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lulu and Gordy got safari hats. Ceddie got a circus wagon.</td></tr>
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</div>AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-15629880495536980892012-08-07T22:05:00.000-07:002012-08-07T22:05:11.763-07:00My Darling Ceddie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-h-hCzixLpKpqnN0ckniJo8FpJW6XqPw68u94zLb1eXBgANoxi7_3olKhOfneA_UwzNgu4luUXr3Pk4tWAPGBwHjL9j94OX7vl2uXykOSNs3sZSlVRqV-40wvJ9JKH4MtS-1oDPTOz8Dq/s1600/Close-up+of+his+face.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-h-hCzixLpKpqnN0ckniJo8FpJW6XqPw68u94zLb1eXBgANoxi7_3olKhOfneA_UwzNgu4luUXr3Pk4tWAPGBwHjL9j94OX7vl2uXykOSNs3sZSlVRqV-40wvJ9JKH4MtS-1oDPTOz8Dq/s320/Close-up+of+his+face.JPG" width="255" /></a></div>I didn't pay a lot of attention to the odd doll in the Collectibles area at first. Then hanging on the Housewares wall I found a little composition jointed doll in a bag for $1.99. I thought about her all day and decided to get her, but when I went to find her, she was gone! So I decided someone had found her and loved her and taken her. Meanwhile I saw the odd doll and figured he had come in with her, because he had what I thought was a composition head, although I later found out it is bisque.<br />
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The next day I looked on the wall again and there was the little girl doll! I'm not sure where she had been hiding. I quickly grabbed her and took her up to the supervisor to await my next break so I could buy her. Meanwhile, I again noticed the odd doll. He had such a cute face but oh, that weird stuffed body.<br />
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I don't really like baby dolls and I don't like soft bodies, but there was something about his face. Finally I looked at the back of his neck and saw <i>©1923 by Grace S. </i> and what looked like Bu----. So I went home and googled it and found out he's a Bye-Lo Baby (it turned out to say <i>Grace S. Putnam</i>) and below that it says <i>Made in Germany</i>. From the time he came in until I bought him, it was two weeks and in all that time, nobody wanted him! You can read about Bye-Lo Babies <a href="http://www.byelobbabies.com/" target="_blank">here</a>. This one doesn't have sleep eyes, but I think his eyes are much nicer than sleep eyes. He is missing three fingers but that seems to be pretty common for his type.<br />
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In case you're wondering how I know he's a boy, well, everybody who's seen him thinks he looks like a boy. Even the supervisor who rang him up for me and told me he was really ugly said he looked like a boy. I was not offended by her remark because I know she speaks from pure ignorance. She has two boys of her own (human) and probably thinks they are really cute.<br />
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When I got him home, Auntie Berman was thrilled with him too. She found a dress for him and we later found a second dress for him.<br />
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I just had to name him Cedric. I would make him a velvet Little Lord Fauntleroy suit but since he's only supposed to be three days old, his dress is all he needs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This shows his delightful smile.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I call this one "Home at last."<br />
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</tbody></table>Most of the time Lulu and Gordy babysit him.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gordy's on the far left but he kind of blends in.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Now as for little Phoebe, or Feeebs as we call her, Auntie Berman again came through for her. The three Es in her name started out as an accident but then we thought it was a way to make her feel special. Not that she knows how to spell. Since her dress fits her so well, I don't feel any urge to make her more clothes.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Shortly after I got her, I found Firefly at Goodwill. <span style="background-color: white;">She was unopened in her package which said World Friends, Native American Doll, Fibre Craft. On the back of her head is Loretta Daum Byrne 1988. She is 8 inches tall. There was a 13" doll also, but not nearly as cute. I looked up Loretta and she is some sort of Native American (I think) dollmaker.</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span>There was a larger version of her, but she wasn't nearly as cute so I didn't get her too. I later found out they are supposed to be mother/daughter dolls to dress.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">I was going to name her Morning Star until I put this little sun suit on her, which has fireflies on it.</span><br />
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Now I hope I am back in the swing of things and will blog on a regular basis. Thank you, <a href="http://lizziesartycrafty.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Lizzie</a> for asking about me. You have definitely inspired me.<br />
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Now one last picture of Ceddie.<br />
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</div>AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1834893623088135514.post-71275776437701333822012-04-21T12:11:00.000-07:002012-04-21T12:11:41.091-07:00A New Camera!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">After much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth over the demise of my FujiFilm FinePix camera, which abruptly stopped working, I saw a Kodak EasyShare at work. Eagerly I purchased it (it was half price--only $15), rushed home, tried it, and discovered it Didn't Work. There was a newer model of the EasyShare and I thought I would return the bad one and get it. Meanwhile, I was looking for a foot pedal and controller for a Riccar sewing machine that my HLP had found. Mrs. Smith, who does home health care, wanted to go to Savers too, so she and her dementia lady and I all went to my store on a shopping expedition. Little did I realize what I would find.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Riccar--from the 1970s, I think, made in Japan</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I exchanged the bad camera for the new one, got the foot pedal, and then found, buried beneath the stuffed animals in a bin, a hard plastic dolly!<br />
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Her wig was coming loose and at first I thought I didn't really want her because she has teeth and she looks much younger than my other dolls of that era. She was with the toys and should have been in the Collectibles section, so I thought I would take her with me as we traveled through the store and put her in her rightful place. Of course by the time I got there, I wanted her. She was marked $9.99 and I got 30% off. When we got home I had to sneak her inside and hope HLP didn't notice her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Penny and Joanie helped me hide her.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Then I had to find her different clothes, because I'm sure she was tired of the same outfit she'd had for who knows how long.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This dress fit her quite well.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>She is a Baby Barry doll and since my last name is Barry, it was obviously preordained! Here she is at the Doll Reference site (4th one down): <a href="http://dollreference.com/hard_plastic_dolls.html" target="_blank">Baby Barry</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a little fuzzy but it shows her teeth.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I don't know if I will get her a new wig or try to comb out her hair. Maybe I just need to glue some of it down.<br />
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Then there's another new doll I haven't mentioned yet. I got her a few weeks ago. Again, I saw her at work and knew immediately she was an MGA doll. They have a distinctive Look about them.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She had no clothes when I got her</td></tr>
</tbody></table>She is 18 inches tall. I thought she would make a good big sister for Veronica. She is an MGA Best Friends Club doll.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"And I'm going to get a pony or a bike!" Veronica tells her new sister.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>That same day I found a composition doll in our Collectibles section. I have three similar dolls and had no intention of getting another one. She looked just like Mamie only she was wearing a Marie Antoinette dress.<br />
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She is a Dream World doll, 11 inches tall with stapled-on clothes. <a href="http://dollreference.com/dream_world_dolls.html" target="_blank">Dream World</a><br />
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Mamie and Elnora and Glinda were happy to see her.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The four compo girls, with Peggy and Sydney in the background.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I'm not even going to say I'll never get any more dolls again. There are just too many wonderful ones out there.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A windowful of dolls</td></tr>
</tbody></table>If windowful is not a real word, it should be! The ghost lamp on the left is from the Salvation Army. I simply couldn't resist it.</div>AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com4