Cue's Tardis

Her name is Cue, and she has a Tardis on her shirt.  

Automatically, this shoots her social life to the top.  Tardis shirts are cool.  

Especially when the Tardis is slanted.

And it's hand stitched.

Oh yes, she is very cool.
And did you happen to notice the little bow tie on her leggings?  

That was my idea.

I stumbled upon this smart brilliant plan a few mornings ago.  Please, do not misunderstand me.  

I'm not a big Doctor Who fan, but I realize that one must appear to be one.

Doctors are cool.  And so is my doll.

I find the plots from the Who episodes to be quite weak, and if it weren't for the Doctor and his many witty sayings, I would not have made a Tardis for Cue.  

No, not at all.

Besides, Doctors aren't half as interesting as consultant detectives.  

Capes are Spiffy

My darling brother tagged along with me to "The Fort" last Saturday.  He and I were there to snap some pictures of my doll, Julia (#24) and the scenery.  What a good sport.
In the end, he had more ones of me than the doll, and I had more ones of blurry bad lighting than the fort.  But it was still very fun.
Especially when it came to, The Cape.
In "The Factor's House," for as long as I've volunteered, there's been a cape hanging up in the entryway.  I initially thought it belonged to someone and kept my fingers off.  But after a year of just sitting on a hook, I swung it around my shoulders and took a spin.

Golly, that thing swished.  I want one.  

That one.

My sewing skills are lacking, however; especially when it comes to pretty lined capes.

The wallpaper in the house is tremendous, making an elegant background, too.  Not that you can really see much of it.  

And for fun, the picture he messed around with.  I like how my hair looks quite reddish, considering  it's much more of a blond without the camera.  

More to come about our adventure at "The Fort!" 

1940s Jess; Re-naming help!

I'm to summon all .2 of you reading my blog to my aid.  

I have a Jess.  She's perfect.  Gorgeous hair, lovely eyes, spectacular sense of humor, but...she begged for a new name.  She feels that this one is unsuitable for her life ahead with me.  

Unfortunately, I do have a bit of a problem when it comes to new girls.  I feel as though I simply must give them a new name, even if I like their original one, or else they aren't really mine.

Silly?  Probably.  

Tillie came over to check her out.

Still, it's a fact I can't change.  

Really, the more I look, the more I adore.  

You too?

What a surprise. 

December Baby, my Drawing

You all really know how to make me giddy.  I logged on and discovered I had two more followers!  Huzzah!  Time for a celebratory post.

Yes, well, I've been drawing lately.  

When I was 4, I discovered colored pencils, and the wonder of how precise they were compared to crayons.  Then I graduated to a No 2. Pencil when I turned 8, learning that when you color in pictures, the masterpiece loses some of it's classic style.  

Now, I use my finger.  Smudging is really quite useful, and fingers are the best way to go.  

I finished this drawing yesterday evening.  My Grammie is showing my aunt and uncle their baby sister  for the first time; 1950s.

This was more of a challenge than I had originally considered.  Drawing random people is easy; drawing faces you know like the back of your hand is not.  Still, it turned out well.  I especially loved sketching their coats and hats.  The styles back then were so perfect, and I love the fabric of my Grammie's coat.  

I need a coat, and a hood, just like that.

Re-Enacting at The Fort

                         Tomorrow I'll be venturing out into the 1850s.  Sound fun?  Yeah, it is.

Lately I've gotten into historical re-enactment at "The Fort." 

Tomorrow I'll be giving a tour of the kitchen while in character.  It should be quite entertaining for everyone watching...  

 But really, there's nothing else is like it.  I learn so much about life from back then.  

  And I'm lucky enough to be a part of it.  To be a part of the people there with me.  

Colds are Pathetic

When you get sick, colds are the most pathetic.
They like to sneak up behind you, weasel their way into all your plans, then make an evil laugh and pull you just low enough to feel miserable, but not quite low enough for people to feel sorry for you.
What an annoying little bug.
Still, am I going to let this get me down?  Yes.
At least I was planning to.  Until I heard my father walking up the stairs, being the chicken delivery man.
I'm holding Millie, and I feel quite content.  Funny how moods can change like that.

If you're under the weather, I hope you have a chicken to hug.  They make things better.

Not a Bug or a Game

Hello to my wonderful and loyal readers.  I have good news for you all.  A new addition has been made to my dolly family.  Actually, the doll itself is old and so is the wig.  But the combination is new and quite brilliant.

My lovely Mumsie presented me with a package a few days ago.  Quickly ripping it open, I came upon a Nellie wig from an ebay seller, in mint condition.  Overjoyed and eager, I immediately tore off the unglued, heinous ripoff wig on my bald Kit and slipped on this new, glorious halo of bobbed red hair.

My original name of choice was Ginger, to be called Ginny for short.  But then, two fantastic people came up with two separate suggestions.  Tennyson, and Cricket.  It took me a bit to decide, but I landed on the bug.  Cricket is an awesome name with a curious quality.  

Cricket told me she would love to travel the world and that she has a very obnoxious older sister.  Okay, not obnoxious, perfect, wich is just as bad.  

She likes bright colors and wild animals.  Boots, their rescued cat, being the exception.  The two had an unfortunate run-in.  You'll have to ask one or the other about it sometime, though I'm sure you'll get a slightly different story depending on which one you talk to.

She faithfully writes in her diary and has mentioned she may share some entries if you promise not to tell what you've read to Ramey (her sister).

I think Cricket is a very interesting little girl.  

But I don't know her very well...

 yet.