tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71152755553626352682024-02-06T18:24:44.123-08:00Dollies With Holes in Their StockingsDOLLIES WITH HOLES IN THEIR STOCKINGS-- A tribute to the small hard plastic dolls of the 40s, 50s, & 60s, featuring Wayfarers Inn, where tired dolls come home to rest.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-92023657716377657272012-03-15T16:56:00.000-07:002012-03-15T16:56:01.245-07:00Canoes for Wayfarers Inn<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">We found two really cool canoes on one of our latest expeditions, canoes just the right size for Wayfarers Inn. The canoes apparently came from a resort somewhere. On the bottom was this:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If you can't read it, it says: Yes, you can take me home, <br />
and $50 will be added to your room charges. Please advise the Hotel Desk at check-out.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geoffrey, Ruby, and Cassie listen as the Indian girl explains about canoes.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The Indian girl was originally a long-haired doll, but I saw a picture of a really cute Indian boy doll with a Mohawk so I thought I would try turning mine into a boy. I cut her hair into a Mohawk but she's a little too curvaceous to be a boy and I had to give her a dress instead of a loincloth.<br />
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I was searching through my photos, which are all jumbled together in a big box, and I found an interesting picture.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The back says "at Christmas 1951 Lee and Dee Anna"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I have no idea who these people are (you've got to love the man's bow tie), but I suddenly realized what was on the mantel behind them!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Maybe 60 years from now we can go live at Wayfarers Inn!"</td></tr>
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</div>AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-1194281326664533362012-01-08T17:13:00.000-08:002012-01-08T17:13:09.773-08:00The Luau<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I was so excited to find out I'd won a drawing at CJ's blog, <a href="http://dollsandprettythings.blogspot.com/2011/12/after-christmas-present-giveaway-winner.html" target="_blank">dollsandprettythings</a>. Four days later, Wayfarers Inn was ready to Go Hawaiian. They traveled in the Red Bag Express.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, this bag is filled with little hard plastic dolls. I'm afraid to count them.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everyone gathered at the beach hut.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Lily is holding a lei and Edward, having taken off his coat in an attempt to go native, is holding the scuba gear. There is a ukulele leaning against Lily's leg.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Can I buy you a drink?" asks Geoffrey, hoping Goldie isn't watching.</td></tr>
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Charlie, although she considers herself worldy wise, is a bit horrified at the skimpy bikini.<div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I would never wear this in public!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>One of the new girls (not yet named) loves surfing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cassie admires the surfer girl. "Do you think I could do it?" she asks.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"It's easy!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Food is the big attraction for many.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. Philadelphia may have had a bit too much to drink.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>On the far right, next to Mary Rose's hand, is a wee little can of macadamia nuts. To the left of that is a tropical drink with a slice of lime that has an umbrella on it. The red bag next to the center coke is actually a bag of coffee that had fallen over, as so many thing do around the Wayfarers. To the right of the right-hand coke, behind the fish, is a bottle of guava sauce. The hamburger on the left is from a vending machine that Auntie Berman found (it's where the cokes came from too). I didn't have time to serve up the pig on a platter with an apple in his mouth. He is some sort of Lego pig, so if he's on his back he doesn't really look piglike.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Will you teach me how to play golf, Reginald?"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>This looks more like she's twirling a lasso, but there is a golf club handing from her hand. The golf ball is so tiny I left it in its package, in an attempt not to lose it.<br />
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Meanwhile, Edward and Lily have been talking.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Lily, will you marry me?"</td></tr>
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They announce their engagement to the happy onlookers.</div><div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Lily has consented to be my wife," says Edward happily. </td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">And in case you're wondering about <a href="http://dollieswithholesintheirstockings.blogspot.com/2011/03/small-dolls-started-with-geoffrey.html" target="_blank">this</a> and <a href="http://dollieswithholesintheirstockings.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-about-new-girls.html" target="_blank">this</a> and <a href="http://dollieswithholesintheirstockings.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-accidental-doll.html" target="_blank">this</a>, Edward decided not to tell Lily about his past. It would serve no useful purpose and, as Auntie Berman is so fond of saying, "They're dolls. They aren't real." So Lily will never know and will be much happier that way.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A good time was had by all.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">After their wonderful day at the beach, an experience they would never forget, the Wayfarers packed into the Red Bag Express and went home. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was quite exhausting for me too, and I've had the <span style="background-color: white;"><i style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px;">Mele Kalikimaka </i></span>song running through my head all day!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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The two smaller ones actually have legs that bend! They are dressed in lovely pink dresses. The taller one is wearing what might be a bridesmaid dress. They were happy to go to Wayfarers Inn.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geoffrey introduces himself in the music room.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">The girl in the plaid skirt is actually another new girl that I got a few weeks ago, but I don't really remember the circumstances. Sometimes they just happen!</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goldie is happy that someone can finally sit on the couch.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Gloriana and Juliana bring Jeff the dog in to meet the new little girls.<br />
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We found this lovely organ but there's not really room for it in the music room. We might have to do some rearranging.<br />
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Another find was another bathtub.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Where did this huge bathtub come from? We like our pretty one much better"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It is rather big and it's too small for the Barbies, so it will be put away until the right-sized dolls come along.<br />
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In my doll hunting frenzy of yesterday, I saw several dolls at my own store and I hadn't even known they were there, because they were in the Housewares/Collectibles section. They seemed older than the little dolls I have. Showing great restraint, I only got two. They both need restringing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Welcome home, dollies!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Merry Christmas from Wayfarers Inn!</span></div>AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-36802569724265324382011-11-12T13:33:00.000-08:002011-11-12T13:33:08.530-08:00A New CarEveryone is thrilled with the new car that was given to Wayfarers Inn.<br />
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The car is a Jim Beam Whiskey bottle kindly donated by my HLP (minus the whiskey). Behind the rear wheel you can see the cork, which doesn't stay in.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. Philadelphia tells one of the unnamed dolls why he doesn't think women should drive.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Mr. Philadelphia is one of the few dolls who <i>could</i> drive (because his legs bend), if the doors would open, which they don't, and if they did all the whiskey would spill out, if there was any whiskey in it, which there isn't.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another of the unnamed girls admires the car.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Since I had no idea how many dolls live at Wayfarers Inn, I decided to take a group picture and count them.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I <i>think</i> there are 30, but I kept losing count and I didn't count the two little girls.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Front center are Mary Rose, Goldie, and Geoffrey, who started it all.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goldie, Geoffrey, Juliana, Gloriana, and Mary Rose at home in the library.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Juliana and Gloriana are wearing dresses taken from Madame Alexander's Happy Meal dolls. Now that I know they fit, we will be on the lookout for more of them. I just wish we could figure out how to get the hats/headpieces off those dolls. They are very firmly affixed to the doll heads.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-87575346634323659722011-11-04T13:14:00.000-07:002011-11-04T13:14:09.717-07:00Progress - I thinkThey say you have to break eggs to make an omelet, so I started tearing down the new Wayfarers Inn.<br />
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The shingled roof was the easiest to remove. It was really rotting away. So was the base, which came off easily.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My tools.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The back was the hardest. It didn't want to come off. I removed the rafters, which can be reused.<br />
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</tbody></table>The two floors lifted out easily and will be used as patterns for the new floors.<br />
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It doesn't look like much is left, but the front and two sides are the main parts of the house. HLP will cut new floors, including a new base. The inside will be sanded and painted. We'll figure out how to put the rafters back on. The shingles are in very bad repair and will have to be replaced. The house is currently stored under my porch.<br />
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Meanwhile, back at the old Wayfarers Inn, they have some new treasures.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"If only we could sit down, Geoffrey."</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We found this lovely little rustic chair at one of the thrift stores.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"At last! A real toilet!" says Bonnie.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Another find was this toilet. The bathroom is almost complete.<br />
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What was originally intended to be a bedroom has ended up as a lumber room. There is a desk/cupboard that doesn't really fit anywhere else, a dressmaker form that bears no resemblance to any of these dolls' bodies, a metal thing that looks like it could be a gong, a pirate's chest, and another Avon clock. The clock was to have gone in the Grayson's new house but it's too tall.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-85696137665120081792011-10-19T14:14:00.000-07:002011-10-19T14:14:49.650-07:00The New Wayfarers InnIf you have been following my other blog, <a href="http://dollyfever.blogspot.com/">http://dollyfever.blogspot.com/</a> you will know of our efforts to get this doll/birdhouse:<br />
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While we were waiting to get it, I found another house for the Graysons and decided this one would be perfect for a new Wayfarers Inn. It looks like a country farmhouse and because the windows are so big, the Wayfarers are a better size for it. So a few days ago, my Husband-Like Person and a friend went and got it. He said Johnie grabbed the $20 bill, scurried inside his house, saying "Good luck getting it out" as he slammed the door. You can't see in this picture but it was mounted on a pole sunk into concrete in the ground. HLP and his friend ended up sawing the pole off and lugging the house to Auntie Berman's yard.<br />
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So today I got the shop vac and cleaned it out.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Downstairs</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Upstairs - Before</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Upstairs - After</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The base and the floors were made of some kind of pressboard which was rotting away, so I easily removed that. The house itself is of some sort of sturdier, yet lightweight wood. It has real shingles on it, cut down from big shingles. Because I had never seen the far left side, I was pleased to find a fake chimney.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now we know where the fireplace goes</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It has cunning little rafters upstairs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That long stick isn't part of the rafters. I'm not sure where it goes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cassie waves from the downstairs window.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Cassie is the only Wayfarer who has seen the house so far. She was handy so I grabbed her. She can't wait to tell the others.<br />
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Now, all we have to do is hose it down, sand it down, repaint it, rebuild the upper dormer window, put in two new floors . . . I see a lot of sanding in my future. We were going to take the back off but now I'm not so sure. The windows are big enough to reach into, so maybe we'll just put the furnishings in through them. We'll get it all fixed up before we decide.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The back of the house.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Meanwhile, I gave all my Costumed dolls to Mrs. Smith. She likes them in costume and gets upset when I remove their staples and redress them. These girls were all the newer 60s dolls and I hadn't bonded with them and things were getting crowded, so I didn't mind giving them to her. Then I found two more dolls at work:<br />
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The Mexican one is rather dreadful. Her arms are vinyl and her face and legs are painted a very unnatural pink and a large bit of paint has peeled off her nose. Her right arm has come out of its socket but I would have to take off her clothes to fix it. I'm guessing the rest of her body is some kind of plastic but it feels very brittle. Her feet are glued onto a small board.<br />
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The girl on the right is one of the older hard plastic dolls. Her hair is amazingly nice--no bald spots! I am going to destaplize her and make her new clothes. She will fit right in at Wayfarers Inn.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-92140338672590903132011-09-15T13:31:00.000-07:002011-09-15T13:31:56.936-07:00Rhett Butler Moves InI had noticed Rhett Butler/Clark Gable standing on the Girls' Toys shelf at work for a couple of days and finally investigated. He was 8 inches tall and made of a hard plastic with painted-on clothes.<br />
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I thought he was probably too tall for the little dolls, but decided I'd try him out. Although he is taller than everybody, I don't think he's out of place.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rhett meets Jeff in the library.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He seems even more normal in the dining room.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goldie and Geoffrey wish Rhett would not look over their shoulders.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Meanwhile, Tiffany the mini Liv doll came for a brief visit to Wayfarers Inn.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Oh my! I feel very small here."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"They're all looking down at me!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I don't want to be one of the children!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It's amazing what a difference an inch and a half makes. Tiffany decided to go back and live with the Graysons. <a href="http://dollyfever.blogspot.com/">DollyFever</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"This family is weird, but I like it much better here than at Wayfarers Inn."</td></tr>
</tbody></table>AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-89514731648743644312011-07-31T13:49:00.000-07:002011-07-31T13:49:13.153-07:00The Bag of New Girls and Eye TransplantsI finally got around to putting together the bag of doll parts that Mrs. Smith got for me. I was able to make five complete dolls. The little Storybook doll needs an arm and she is not put together the same as the rest, so I am saving her for another day.<br />
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Luckily we had found some clothes while thrifting.<br />
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I made the dresses for the two left-hand girls. The one in blue has part of a hat glued to her hair, which she will have to keep on until they all go to the Bunch O Hair Salon. The middle one originally had a huge ruffle around the bottom of her skirt but it looks much nicer without it. The colorful outfit of Girl #4 involves a small bathing suit, a midriff top, and a skirt. Girl #5 is wearing what appears to be pajama pants and a slightly too big top.<br />
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I thought one of the girls had her eyes stuck closed and tried to loosen them with a crochet hook, but then we decided someone had maybe painted over her eyes. It's hard to tell.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sort of like Little Orphan Annie with blunked-out eyeballs</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I wanted Auntie Berman to paint in eyes, but she refused. One of us got the bright idea of an eye transplant. But who would be the donor? I remembered that I have a few extra Barbie heads.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I like her eyes!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It would bother me to take an Xacto knife to an innocent doll's head, but it didn't faze Auntie Berman a bit. (You may recall she once scalped a small doll in a failed experiment involving hair.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The donor looks at her eye.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>With the aid of a hot glue gun, the operation was quickly completed.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't look too closely.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It does look like she has bags under her eyes, but we prefer to think she's wearing goggles of some sort and it gives her a steampunk look. Anyway, she is very happy to see again. (The discarded Barbie head was given to a very happy dog for his amusement.)<br />
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Next, the new girls went to Wayfarers Inn.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Lovely kitchen!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alice and Reginald show the new girl the dining room.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"What a beautiful bathtub!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-17978868018730528722011-07-23T19:39:00.000-07:002011-07-23T19:39:16.130-07:00More New Dolls and a BathtubI have neglected Wayfarers Inn because of my bad case of Barbie Fever, but today we went thrifting and at Salvation Army Warehouse we found four little dolls. One was loose and three were in a bag that Salvation Army had originally tried to sell for $29.99. We asked the manager (we'll call him Pedro) how much and he said "Let's see, how much is a third of that?" "Ten dollars," we said sadly and started to turn away. "Okay," he said. "How about $7 for all four of them?" We accepted that gratefully. We like Pedro and he is always very generous. We found a few more things and moved on.<br />
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First up is the black doll, not quite a Carmen Miranda but I think we can Carmen Mirandize her:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alas, she does NOT photograph well</td></tr>
</tbody></table>She does not really have fangs but every picture I took of her made her look like she has them. Lola Gladiolus and Glorious Dolorious are not quite sure what to think of her. I am sure that once she's dressed like they are they will all get along fine. Her name is Lena Argentina.<br />
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An exciting find at Goodwill Bargain Bin was a bathtub! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flora, Goldie, Sally, and Bonnie think the bathtub is wonderful.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It was a candle and still has wax in it, but that makes it look like it really has bathwater in it. Kind of dirty bathwater but that makes it more realistic.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls argue over who gets the first bath.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>One of the new dolls turned out to be: MRS. CONSTANTINOPLE!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Darling! I thought you went down on the <em>Athena</em> and I would never see you again."<br />
"I was rescued by a fishing boat and spent six months in the Azores." </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Everyone is thrilled for the reunited couple and refreshments are served.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I just love happy endings," Lily whispers to Starla.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The other new girls meet in the music room.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"My, what outlandish clothes," Cassie whispers to Georgia.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The Dutch girl on the left is new from a couple of weeks ago. I got her at work. The one in the striped dress on the right I also got at work and then discovered she is missing her right arm, but maybe I will find a spare.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"A piano and guitars and a victrola! I like this place."</td></tr>
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So the other two new ones we got today are the girl with the red vest and lace apron and the one in the gold dress. I'm not sure what countries these girls are supposed to represent (other than the Dutch girl), but they are very colorful and I don't think I'll remove their clothes.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-7605460416299090722011-06-30T20:20:00.000-07:002011-06-30T20:20:17.233-07:00The Six New Girls Move In and Another Bag of Doll Parts ArrivesThe new girls have dresses but their hair hasn't been done and they don't have names.<br />
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The pink dress, the flowered dress, and the green gingham dress were made from a wrapper type dress pattern but then I realized I need to take some kind of tuck in the back because from the side they look hunchbacked.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Jeff, you are very nice doggy."</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The girls check out the house.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"This is the girls' room," says Dorinda. "We're supposed to get a bed but I'm beginning to have my doubts."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bathroom will be lovely when it's finished.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The dressing table will be lovely when it's painted and the mirror is mounted.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"We just got this nice tablecloth," said Flora.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>This morning I got a call from Mrs. Smith. She had been to Salvation Army and found a bag of doll parts. It was $7.99 and she thought that was rather a high price. I assured her it wasn't. She said she would go back and get it. I hoped she didn't need to be reimbursed right away. Just then two acquaintances (we will call them Gino and Tina) came by. They are semi-homeless people and are friends of my HLP more than mine. They were having bicycle problems and wanted HLP's assistance, but he wasn't there but another acquaintance came by and offered her help. Meanwhile, Tina pulled out two dolls and gave them to me (she's always trying to get chummy with me and I'd really rather she'd not). One was a really ugly little girl doll and one was a bigger porcelain soft bodied doll dressed in a cowgirl outfit. I knew Mrs. Smith would like them and sure enough, she did. We traded dolls and all was well. <br />
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So here are the new doll parts.<br />
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Because Mrs. Smith had joined the Sally Club at Salvation Army, she got 20% off the $7.99.<br />
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It looks like we have eight bodies, four with heads attached, two separate heads, three sets of arms. So we'll have extra bodies again. <br />
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The doll on the left is a Story Book Doll from the 50s. She is different from the others because her legs are movable. Unfortunately she is missing an arm and the extra arms I have are too big. We may have to conceal her missing arm with clothing. The blonde doll on the right has Lingerie Lou stamped on her back. I had never heard of her but apparently they were common in the 1950s.<br />
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This blonde doll's head was glued to her neck, but when I loosened it, it was attached with a rubber band so I don't know why someone glued it. Her eyes won't open but I haven't experimented too much with them. Maybe we can just paint eyeballs on the closed lids. The red mark on her stomach looks like plastic but I haven't been able to peel it off.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-54802854844995243562011-06-06T14:39:00.000-07:002011-06-06T14:39:13.429-07:00Dr. Frankenstein Gets To Work or Restringing the Hard Plastic DollsWe have six new girls for Wayfarers Inn (after I get them dressed). They are all very happy with their new bodies.<br />
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I had already restrung three of them when it occurred to me I should be documenting this.<br />
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First you run the doll-stringing elastic through one armhole and out through the neck.<br />
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Now poke it up into the doll's head. There is a little plastic bar that runs from her nose/mouth area to the back of her head. The tricky part is to get the elastic over the bar and back out her neck.<br />
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I used extra long tweezers. There is a great deal of poking around and trying to grab the end of the elastic. I had a small crochet hook that helps, but I seem to have misplaced it. However, I finally got hold of the elastic and pulled it through.<br />
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Now poke the end of the elastic back into the neck hole and out the opposite armhole.<br />
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Tie a knot or a double knot in one end of the elastic.<br />
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Slide the hook of the arm over the elastic. Be sure you get the left arm on the left side. These girls have enough problems with mismatched body parts.<br />
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You can trim the end of the elastic if you want. Poke it all inside her armhole.<br />
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Now tie a knot as close to the other armhole as possible, stretching the elastic. Hook the other arm above the knot and pop the arm into place.<br />
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Now they just need clothes and they'll be ready to move into Wayfarers Inn.<br />
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88 cents for the whole bag! I would have been willing to spend $5 on it. Maybe $10. I was so thrilled. I wasn't sure if there were enough arms for everybody, but I knew I would at least get a couple of whole dolls out of it. <br />
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Later I sorted through things.<br />
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Seven bodies, five heads (the one on the far right is a head I already had) and six and a half sets of arms. I need to see if the arms are all left/right sets, but even if someone has to have two left arms I will try to make it unnoticeable. There were several heavy rubber bands in the bag, like someone had tried to use them to repair the dolls. I have doll-stringing elastic and will fix them up beautifully.<br />
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Three of the bodies are vinyl from the 60s. One is a PMA (Plastic Molded Arts) body from the 40s or 50s. The blonde on the right has Edward's head and face, before he had his operation. She has a Duchess body, probably from the 40s. Two bodies are unmarked hard plastic.<br />
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I know I have neglected Wayfarers Inn dreadfully, because I had (and have) a bad case of Barbie Fever, but this find inspires me to get to work on them again.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-21148712945559729942011-05-10T16:37:00.000-07:002011-05-10T16:37:38.310-07:00Julia Has Gone to Live With Mrs. SmithI have given Julia to Mrs. Smith, because she expressed a desire to start collecting the Small Dolls. She had to give her collection (the ones who visited us briefly) back to her mom. So I offered her Julia, since I hadn't gotten attached to her yet and Wayfarers Inn <em>is</em> getting a little crowded (except for men--we need more men). You can read here <a href="http://dollyfever.blogspot.com/">http://dollyfever.blogspot.com/</a> about how she ended up with Julia.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-18710323531031720342011-05-02T14:06:00.000-07:002011-05-02T14:06:42.340-07:00Another Accidental DollShe was at Washoe ARC and I knew her fate would not be a kind one if I didn't get her (okay, Auntie Berman got her). She cost less than a dollar. We named her Julia.<br />
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She seems to be some sort of Beauty Queen or Princess, with her sash and tiara. She likes Wayfarers Inn.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"This is our bedroom," explains Dorinda, "even though there isn't any bed yet."</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The checkerboard will be the bedroom wall, although it isn't affixed to anything yet which causes a few problems at times.<br />
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall, Edward talks to Lily.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Lily, I think I should tell you about my Past."</td></tr>
</tbody></table>AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-70652773817571444062011-04-29T21:38:00.000-07:002011-04-29T21:38:02.606-07:00More About the New GirlsI made each girl an outfit, although they aren't the greatest creations I've ever done. The black-haired one is named Lily and the formerly Amish one is Sally.<br />
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I removed the fringe of hair from Sally's forehead with acetone (accidently taking off a little of her right eyebrow) and gave her reddish brown hair. I was able to scrape the black paint off her feet, so she's no longer wearing high black boots. As I was scraping, I thought of my aunt and uncle who used to own a general store in rural Pennsylvania. The women who worked at the chicken factory would buy their boots at the general store and they always wanted white boots, "because they're prettier," they would explain to my aunt and uncle. The fact that the pretty white boots would soon be covered with chicken guts and blood didn't enter into it. I think I would have preferred black boots that wouldn't show the blood.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"You <em>are</em> my mother," cried Gloriana.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Sally is going to adopt Juliana, since she is an orphan.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"We'll be sisters!" says Juliana happily.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Georgia had thought briefly about adopting Juliana and now was glad she hadn't. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Oh Alice," says Lily, "I think a pink toilet is wonderful!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Alice doesn't have the heart to tell Lily that the toilet will be painted white.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I don't care about your past, Edward. I really like you."</td></tr>
</tbody></table>But what would Lily say if she knew the truth about Edward?AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-71425604596349189322011-04-28T20:01:00.000-07:002011-04-28T20:01:26.675-07:00Two More DollsI found two dollies at work that I had to bring home. They are from the 60s, made of vinyl.<br />
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An Amish doll for Gloriana's mother! I can't wait to de-Amishize her and give her some hair and new clothes. She has a fringe of brown hair in front, but is bald otherwise. The one on the right has beautiful black hair and blue eyes. Her dress is in good shape but she wants a more versatile wardrobe. They both need their staples removed.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"My long lost daughter!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Gloriana's not sure about this. She has vague memories of her Amishness but she likes her golden hair and pink dress too much to be sure if she wants an Amish mother. I assured her that her mother would soon have lots of hair and a pretty dress. (I had nothing against the Amish until I heard about the puppy mills they run.)<br />
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The girls are shown around the house.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"What a lovely dining room!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Starla is keeping a close watch on Reginald, while Mr. Constantinople admires from afar. Edward isn't sure how much of his past the new dolls know, so he is keeping a low profile.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"And this is the library where we often relax," explains Cassie. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>There is a new bookcase in the library. It used to be pink but was mercifully painted. There is also a small chest donated by Auntie Berman.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-46392761443701340462011-04-27T17:26:00.000-07:002011-04-27T18:00:24.848-07:00Cassie Gets a New Dress; Charlie Gets a New BodyGazing at a pen with a huge silk (okay, it's not really silk) rose attached to it, I was inspired to make a rose petal dress and picked Cassie as the lucky recipient.<br />
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I realize the shade of red wasn't particularly good for her coloring and maybe the hat is a little too much, but she likes it anyway.<br />
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Here is how I did it:<br />
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These are leftover petals. The ones I used were bigger and fuller. I folded the middle pedal down and sewed along where the pin it.<br />
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I sewed three of these together and used stick-on velcro to fasten it. The top was made from a four-petal rose. I'm not sure how I did it, but velcro was involved.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wow! That's a lot of red. Flora dutifully admires the dress.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Sorry to interrupt your picnic, but I just had to show off my new dress."</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Meanwhile, Chardonnay was concerned about the glue and felt on her back. I tried using acetone to remove it but couldn't get it all off. So I decided to do a body transplant, since I had two available bodies (but no extra arms or heads, unfortunately).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It looks like a case of leprosy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Body comparison</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Charlie's new body is taller and thinner than the old. The color actually matches her head better, although her arms are lighter. Her lovely sparkly dress is from a blouse Mrs. Smith brought us. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lola and Glorious are relieved that Charlies won't compete with their headdresses</td></tr>
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In the continuing toilet saga, we found what is probably a Barbie toilet but it's incomplete and I'm not sure what kind of a base we can use. It will definitely be painted!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A close-up of the food</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The little package on the left is teeny little gummi-bears. The brown paper grocery sack was empty so I stuck a couple of little carrots in it.<br />
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She also brought an incense burner that had a little dog on it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jeff isn't sure if he likes the new puppy</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Meanwhile, up in the atrium, Goldie and Geoffrey are having a picnic.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goldie reaches for the wine bottle</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The chair on the right is one I made from a box of milk.<br />
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There is something really <em>wrong </em>about (non-refrigerated) milk in a box and there's something really, really wrong with 1% lowfat milk. Why not just use water? I got the idea from a web site called Grandmother's Dollhouse <a href="http://grandmothersdollhouse.com/">http://grandmothersdollhouse.com</a>. There is a whole section on making cardboard box furniture. Many of the items call for corset boxes, which are in short supply nowadays so I had to turn to milk boxes. Once it was painted, it looked quite nice.<br />
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In case you are wondering about the progress of the toilet, well it's not a pretty picture.<br />
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After I dropped it in the dirt and it dried and I scrubbed it, I realized I was out of spray paint. Shiny appliance spray paint. So I asked my Husband-Like Person to get me a can at Walmart while he was there. When he returned, he was paintless. "I didn't have enough money," he said, quickly shoveling the last spoonful of a pint of ice cream down his throat and trying to hide the carton. Later (overcome with guilt, I hope) he gave me some flat white interior paint and I attempted to apply it evenly with a brush. You can see the results. Auntie Berman consoled by telling me we could sand off what I'd put on, and meanwhile HLP came up with a can of interior/exterior white spray paint and one of Crystal Clear Gloss. So we shall see.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-45378244919642184732011-04-18T13:06:00.000-07:002011-04-18T13:06:56.724-07:00Why I Don't Do a Lot of Crafty ProjectsOr, The Making of the Toilet<br />
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As I wandered outside on a break a few days ago, my eye fell on a bowl-shaped piece of plastic that turned out to be some kind of candy container I had never heard about. It could be a toilet bowl, I thought with a sudden flash of genius. (I also found two dimes. It was my lucky day.)<br />
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I didn't crop the picture so you can get an idea of the size. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Close-up</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Here I must digress and mention two Public Service Announcements that impressed me as a child. One was about how now that it was the Space Age, people were always looking Up. But there was a little boy who always looked Down and saw the beginnings of a forest fire and Saved the Day. <br />
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The other was about the dangers of strange metal objects on the ground. "If you see one of these, DON'T TOUCH IT!" This was less than 20 years after the Japanese Balloon Bomb incident: <a href="http://www.wired.com/thisdayintech/2010/05/0505japanese-balloon-kills-oregon/">http://www.wired.com/thisdayintech/2010/05/0505japanese-balloon-kills-oregon/</a><br />
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Since my grandmother had known the minister's wife and had pointed out the spot where it happened, I took these warnings very seriously, and I only pick up metal objects if I'm sure they're not balloon bombs. <br />
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But this object was plastic (it never occurs to me that there are plastic bombs now) and I was pretty sure the dimes were safe . . . <br />
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Okay, I removed the wrapper and spray-painted the bowl white. I learned a very important lesson about spray painting: If the nozzle is clogged and you decide to stick a pin into it, be sure the nozzle is pointed <em>away</em> from your face.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Painted white</td></tr>
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Now I learned another important lesson. If you decide to turn it over and paint the inside before the paint is dry, <em>don't drop it!</em><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After I dropped it</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I have a piece of styrofoam that will be the toilet tank. They will be connected by a straw.<br />
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This will have to be continued because I need more paint. The bits of dirt and gravel came off easily enough but the dog hairs were another story. Meanwhile, I will be studying bathroom furniture to get inspired. I found this site: <a href="http://www.mckendry.net/GALLERY_OF_IMAGES/GALLERY_OF_IMAGES_6.htm">http://www.mckendry.net/GALLERY_OF_IMAGES/GALLERY_OF_IMAGES_6.htm</a><br />
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and got lots of good ideas.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-36215278279677594852011-04-16T10:49:00.000-07:002011-04-16T11:12:17.909-07:00Some Wonderful FindsJust as we were getting in line at Goodwill Bargain Bin, I looked down and saw--the Avon Grandfather Clock!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reginald, Mr. Constantinople, and Starla are thrilled that they will now know what time it is.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I knew we would find it sooner or later, but I thought it would be much, much later. And it only cost $1. I'm not sure if we're going to leave the little gold thingy on top.<br />
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We also found picnic food.<br />
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Fine wine, good cheese, grapes: what's not to like? I'll move this up to the atrium. Which reminds me, Auntie Berman spotted this lovely chair:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goldie seems overcome by the thought of the new chair</td></tr>
</tbody></table>And then, for the Glitter Room, we found Disco Balls!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glorious Dolorious, Lola Gladiolus, and Chardonnay think the Disco Balls will add a certain <em>je ne se quoi</em> to their show.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The three hanging from the ceiling are Christmas ornaments, while the one on the floor is actually a pear. A Disco Pear. It will go right in the center.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-87174332705874593352011-04-14T12:14:00.000-07:002011-04-14T12:14:06.482-07:00Lola GladiolusIt's official. The new dolly's name is Lola Gladiolus. She and Glorious Dolorious are thinking about having a Show in the Glitter Room.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glorious, Lola, and Charlie talk about their new Show.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Chardonnay is thinking she might want to join. She would have to have a new dress, of course, with lots of fruit on her head.<br />
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Yesterday at work I found a marvelous bag of miniatures.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Georgia, Mr. Philadelphia, and Mary Rose are enchanted with the new victrola</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The victrola has a magnet on one side and the other side says "Acme Home Phonograph." On the bottom it says 1996 Acme China.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bonnie and Lauren prefer the new radio</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The radio has no markings on it at all.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Starla, Reginald, Edward, and Flora think the children will love the Noah's Ark</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Again, no markings on it. (We really must get a better dining room table.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very nice telephone</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unfortunately, the telephone is way too big for them. It is from Durham Industries, made in Hong Kong and is from the late 1970s.<br />
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Meanwhile, a few other projects:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beginnings of the new bathtub</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Dorinda and Alice can't wait to have a real bathtub. It just needs some sort of frame.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goldie and Edward wish their legs were jointed so they could sit on the newly painted bench</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The garden bench for the atrium has been painted.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lauren and Glorianna in the music room</td></tr>
</tbody></table>In the music room is a lovely fan donated by Auntie Berman, and one of the two Avon pot-bellied stoves we've found at thrift stores. Glorianna is standing by the music box I got when I was 4 years old.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-5067249571117950092011-04-10T09:39:00.000-07:002011-04-10T09:39:45.138-07:00Another Doll Followed Me HomeI have been working (very part time) at Savers (aka Value Village), a thrift shop, and so far I haven't been real impressed with the dollies there. Yesterday I found out that we are supposed to wear green tee shirts on Saturdays. I was told I could pull one off the racks and wear it. I got off early (business is slow) and I decided I might as well buy it, since I don't have a plain green one at home, and thinking it would be a shame to buy just one thing, I started looking at the dolls. Many of the toys are bundled and bagged and one contained a Barbie and--<em>another Carmen Miranda doll!</em> She is from the 60s, vinyl not hard plastic, but with a wonderful outfit. I couldn't resist. It seems there were many sales going on: since it was a "work shirt" the supervisor only charged me 99 cents for the tee shirt (originally $3.99), and then it was half off, and the "toy bag" was $1.99 minus 50%. So I only spent $1.62 including tax!<br />
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Auntie Berman thinks we should get one more CM doll (we think we saw one <em>somewhere</em> and they can have a Show in the Glitter Room.<br />
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(The Other Dolls are in the Glitter Room because at this time they have nowhere else to go.)<br />
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Now I need a name for her that is as wonderful as Glorious Dolorious.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-22747800599031140732011-04-04T20:44:00.000-07:002011-04-07T19:19:35.239-07:00Moving InI know many of you will not be able to sleep until you know that the dollies are safe in their new home. We still have a lot of rearranging and setting up and acquiring to do, but we did get moved in tonight.<br />
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The right side of the kitchen. Goldie likes the spaciousness while Jeff wonders where his food bowl is. It seems to have gotten lost in the move.<br />
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The left side of the kitchen. Bonnie, Glorianna (is that what I named her?) and Flora wonder if things should be arranged differently.<br />
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Overall view of the right side of the house.<br />
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Chardonay and Lauren check out the music room. It needs a bit of decorating.<br />
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Now the only big problem is where to put the Glitter Room. It's too fabulous not to include. It may have to be across the room from the house.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-31746222143459157922011-04-04T16:39:00.000-07:002011-04-04T16:39:40.537-07:00More Painting After AllWhen the mail came, we found our free samples of Valspar paint that Auntie Berman had thoughtfully sent for some time back. We both got a box with two plastic mini-roller pans, a mini-paint roller with one refill, and a 7.2 ounce jar of paint. Mine was Jaunty Green and hers was Full Sun.<br />
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This inspired me to paint the dining room and one of the bedrooms.<br />
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The sun was over the yardarm by then but this gives you an idea of the colors. The top floor will be divided into three rooms.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115275555362635268.post-64015855239087166262011-04-04T15:02:00.000-07:002011-04-04T15:02:47.375-07:00A New House!I think it started when Auntie Berman said we couldn't have a bathroom. <br />
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"Dolls don't take baths and they don't use the toilet," she said. "Why do they need a bathroom?"<br />
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"Well," I replied somewhat huffily, "They don't eat and they don't cook food and they don't sleep, so why have a kitchen or a dining room or a bedroom? They might as well live in a cardboard box!"<br />
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"They do," she snickered.<br />
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So since then I've been racking my brains (well, I guess I only have one brain to rack [and I had to look it up to see if it's rack or wrack]) to think of a way to get a Real Doll House. I kept thinking of a bookcase but wasn't sure if that was practical.<br />
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Then this morning, Auntie Berman had a Premonition. (She often hears voices in her head, although she claims she doesn't <em>hear</em> them, she just Knows Things.) "Let's go up Valley Road (Salvation Army Warehouse)," she said. <br />
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I demurred. "We'd just buy stuff we don't need", said I. But Auntie Berman was firm and I thought perhaps we might find something useful. So off we went.<br />
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And found the perfect thing. A bookcase/headboard, just the right size, and it was only $10!<br />
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From now on, I will listen to the voices in Auntie Berman's head.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We have turned it upside down because we think it will be more useful that way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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The bathroom (yes, we get to have a bathroom!) is Bahama Blue.<br />
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That's all the painting for now. The base color of the bookcase is light green, so that will do for the dining room. The rest will be painted or wallpapered later.AudraBark1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07952898681777147816noreply@blogger.com3