tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83830558536490980322024-03-19T03:34:04.996-07:00Alone In Doll WorldThis blog has been around since I was 13 years old. I am now 20. Please excuse the cringe of my youth.Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-34412817069176738572021-07-27T23:22:00.002-07:002021-07-27T23:22:51.229-07:00Echinacea!<p>She is finished! My beautiful dryad girl!</p><p style="text-align: left;">I don't have that much to say except LOOOKIEEEEEEE!<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkkhpQDmvAV9wHCheQCOUqwmOxgU57YxSaRN6OXBpD4q-9cHsGB7ohKjmn5zy8Y00jgUgjjqpO-Dc_4WWteKB3zeAAt3JsH45PFvbUyqhzcEqB6OrShhRfKWEbOhtDvcPmLlS5QjfJTLA/s2048/I+wish+the+edited+one+was+viewable+in+photoscapex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkkhpQDmvAV9wHCheQCOUqwmOxgU57YxSaRN6OXBpD4q-9cHsGB7ohKjmn5zy8Y00jgUgjjqpO-Dc_4WWteKB3zeAAt3JsH45PFvbUyqhzcEqB6OrShhRfKWEbOhtDvcPmLlS5QjfJTLA/w400-h266/I+wish+the+edited+one+was+viewable+in+photoscapex.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIWd31q1u2QvKbVGsMg4RD5APpzIGljJX093zwmil0tJJVPY7h7DPBFzKUY4lYc9fJ9UlPyO6iTtwubg7oyEkAISJYGqz-tlVFUOFcOAjby54CxKpugkgjFOt3mgcBAQesHFxk4ifEpQ/s2048/Echinacea+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIWd31q1u2QvKbVGsMg4RD5APpzIGljJX093zwmil0tJJVPY7h7DPBFzKUY4lYc9fJ9UlPyO6iTtwubg7oyEkAISJYGqz-tlVFUOFcOAjby54CxKpugkgjFOt3mgcBAQesHFxk4ifEpQ/w400-h266/Echinacea+4.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wound up not taking process photos of the flower crown and skirt
ferns. If you're really curious, I'll just tell you. If you're not
curious, suffer. I cut up a green t shirt into strips and stretched it
out to the edges curled in on themselves n wouldn't fray. Then I sewed 3
strips together at one end, braided them until they were long enough to
go around the doll's head, and sewed the free ends and the bound ends
together. <br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibb_eNBck2PuOMY41knO-p8AeDcFovE_Ts11xuEe3uBii2BC7YZdZPmoaQrPc9hwsJVXBF2szEoh5ej-1WTFaUjjeRhQ5yxKYnjU9PetLMGHDTB73lYrKyWPVxJQhdHQ0JkYnbqAAcHMY/s2048/Echinacea+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibb_eNBck2PuOMY41knO-p8AeDcFovE_Ts11xuEe3uBii2BC7YZdZPmoaQrPc9hwsJVXBF2szEoh5ej-1WTFaUjjeRhQ5yxKYnjU9PetLMGHDTB73lYrKyWPVxJQhdHQ0JkYnbqAAcHMY/w400-h266/Echinacea+3.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Then
I dug through my box of fake flowers from when flower crowns were a
trend in 2014, and found small ones, and poked them in between the
strands of the braid, dabbing a little tacky glue on the backside where
the stem poked out. When the glue was dry I trimmed the stems. It was
pretty genius, I say.</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQ-RW2fyOz1NPxAZM1_Vi0LYVrxqgKNYVwLII42axcT9ltBh6gtmPnU68vs5Kf89oZmuKIoPuXvS1-1LpK1yOxZrGmlLZ_rOMcAijnWvaNMT4cocWyAcxfejUKiZhA6EIn8zCLWbEZXs/s2048/Echinacea+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQ-RW2fyOz1NPxAZM1_Vi0LYVrxqgKNYVwLII42axcT9ltBh6gtmPnU68vs5Kf89oZmuKIoPuXvS1-1LpK1yOxZrGmlLZ_rOMcAijnWvaNMT4cocWyAcxfejUKiZhA6EIn8zCLWbEZXs/w400-h266/Echinacea+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And the
skirt ferns came from that same box, but I poked their stems in between
the brown stitches where I sewed on the waistband. Nothing really
keeping them there but tension. Hope they stay. <br /></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4CHnt5evd-5dO04mqQDuYT6kupYhYJ021y8S1ggpLegtrz92TphOka7lRaM8f4M3v3JCeT3WuCRVjeJdajh-ZJzcT_2jkd8hKgHV3M1ofLnteP77IUa8HK3xf45IVsWBSol8WtIdMkc/s2048/Echinacea+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4CHnt5evd-5dO04mqQDuYT6kupYhYJ021y8S1ggpLegtrz92TphOka7lRaM8f4M3v3JCeT3WuCRVjeJdajh-ZJzcT_2jkd8hKgHV3M1ofLnteP77IUa8HK3xf45IVsWBSol8WtIdMkc/w400-h266/Echinacea+1.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In other terrific dolly news, I visited an old boss/teacher/friend of mine after several years of not seeing her, and I was telling her about all my art projects, including the Echinacea project, and she revealed that she collects AG dolls too! She couldn't take me inside to show me her collection cause covid, but she sent me pictures later. Do you know how rare it is to meet another doll lover in real life? Super rare. I think she's the first one, actually, other than my younger cousin who got me into them in the first place. Do you know how rare it is to meet an AG doll lover older than my parents? Super duper rare! And of course she's indoctrinating her new granddaughter into AG with a Bitty Baby.<br /></div><p></p>Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-76730178427531883092021-07-15T17:54:00.000-07:002021-07-15T17:54:01.004-07:00Newest cutie and sewing adventures!<p> Whaddup gang! the gang is small. There's like one of you. Hi, Quinnley! *waves*</p><p>It seems American Girl released new dolls when I wasn't looking. Courtney the 80's girl caught me by surprise already- I went to the Seattle AG place back in the winter before it closed (*sheds a single tear for the AGIG meetups that were held there*) and picked up her bowling-alley-carpet-lookin pieces. Love that. Who knows when these new Truly Mes came out, but when I saw that 89 had streaks of blue and green in brown hair, I HAD to have her. My hair is blue and green and brown too!!! <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33sFp2Q-urakGIgijw7eOjFiwRXY2g9k7C7ZiQxyoZt7iD6A_pMwaprycItiAekhUSg1YjpvAdwxrEGcYeBGXNNyZ-fKpbPFwZqKVVgHvLvk-8Ch_nWc0H1mB3GfnV52zdonxy3MmH9Y/s2048/IMG_6867.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33sFp2Q-urakGIgijw7eOjFiwRXY2g9k7C7ZiQxyoZt7iD6A_pMwaprycItiAekhUSg1YjpvAdwxrEGcYeBGXNNyZ-fKpbPFwZqKVVgHvLvk-8Ch_nWc0H1mB3GfnV52zdonxy3MmH9Y/s320/IMG_6867.heic" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil4Xcuafa8ihniThQsbfeSFAnhknlC6fb6vKRkRDwIsHqhSH_wRb8wOaqQq5gFJDwdQS7P9y0HtBHzMfR5_nZgIC7RKWYGyu2i25ZUR-7kynxnluiTwuqZ007VarQUCxMqvt0kM-fKt1w/s2048/IMG_6823.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil4Xcuafa8ihniThQsbfeSFAnhknlC6fb6vKRkRDwIsHqhSH_wRb8wOaqQq5gFJDwdQS7P9y0HtBHzMfR5_nZgIC7RKWYGyu2i25ZUR-7kynxnluiTwuqZ007VarQUCxMqvt0kM-fKt1w/s320/IMG_6823.HEIC" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I just ADORE it. Ive been infodumping to my non-doll collector friend about this and even she agrees that this hair is majestic af.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But the thing about getting new dolls is that I HAVE to have a name and personality or backstory picked out beforehand, otherwise I will just have a hunk of vinyl I know nothing about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So! Her name is Echinacea and she's going to be a dryad. Now I know the name of a flower doesn't seem quite right for a tree spirit, but I knew it had to start with an E and be nature-inspired, and it was the best I could come up with even after looking through official latin plant species names and greek mythological figure names.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now what I'm going for is like.... renaissance faire costume. But, strangely enough, Etsy doesn't have any doll outfits that are cute, the aesthetic I want, well-fitting, and in my price range. So I have to make my own. <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRt5zLWe3VRA-S9gZtG1XVfkYD1MRsHqsxA2CMQ-o5LdnZ4wTQeHUxFm8DEDGNYR7x02ynyUVjeKaQtbxeU_PvMV4RH54CfBZnjul61fwTqVduoh1YeM0V6B6xJDosuug6Q7pU6Gx6ZWc/s2048/IMG_6825.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRt5zLWe3VRA-S9gZtG1XVfkYD1MRsHqsxA2CMQ-o5LdnZ4wTQeHUxFm8DEDGNYR7x02ynyUVjeKaQtbxeU_PvMV4RH54CfBZnjul61fwTqVduoh1YeM0V6B6xJDosuug6Q7pU6Gx6ZWc/s320/IMG_6825.HEIC" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPgdPkvZycmwHsJhuy8GAsg8vtbCGDJWr_d9hFcdZ8hJ_5WdOq-fsUFitHO9B1W7fZaitlFnDSFRm5Eff8vAd9Wd5ZSDpZI2NHXGG84NyjsTzh0SJi15rUf0bS-2K1cQQj4q5dvuluDRs/s2048/IMG_6826.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPgdPkvZycmwHsJhuy8GAsg8vtbCGDJWr_d9hFcdZ8hJ_5WdOq-fsUFitHO9B1W7fZaitlFnDSFRm5Eff8vAd9Wd5ZSDpZI2NHXGG84NyjsTzh0SJi15rUf0bS-2K1cQQj4q5dvuluDRs/s320/IMG_6826.HEIC" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To start out, I have a duplicate of Josefina's Beforever meet outfit, since my cousin and I had some of the same things. So I took the Josefina camisa and dyed it this teal with some RIT dye I found in the garage. And I used a seam ripper to take out the ruffles on the sleeves. Thinking about doing the same thing with the neckline. We'll see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And I want a skirt and I want it to be made out of leaves! Maybe that's aiming a little high.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUYhd5eC8otEC4MEZtn2sMB7YjAbFjAE-yUoPrpjRJjLfDUCukRVB8qJyD44friE7x7IvbBtMn6XXFhumE9vr732-UBfdQ7_JxflYYXQOwnClQWrtiTvhVNEMvgIbegcTJtd3hCp1tIc/s2048/IMG_6830.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUYhd5eC8otEC4MEZtn2sMB7YjAbFjAE-yUoPrpjRJjLfDUCukRVB8qJyD44friE7x7IvbBtMn6XXFhumE9vr732-UBfdQ7_JxflYYXQOwnClQWrtiTvhVNEMvgIbegcTJtd3hCp1tIc/s320/IMG_6830.HEIC" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">For this, I took a fat quarter from the quilting store that had been
floating around my room for a while. I cut a circle out of the middle.
If I REALLY cared, I would have measured around her waist to find the
circumfrence of the circle I needed, divided by pi to find the diameter,
and divided THAT in half to find the radius so I could measure that
distance out from the center of the square in 4 directions and then draw
a circle connecting those points. But I didn't really care and instead
used my patented Cut And Hope Method. Works every time! (works maybe
half the time.)</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24M7FJ5DDkgx2tvkDm8OWpGk3PIJPg_txW5Vn2qn4BL3vTNKXl7MshSO6DIq1mVFY-d0MqWZxJ1PWY538k9BF9oyyQZRpJw6q4_JnM8Cw6z_VICOZA4WVYkw8YTXyRxi1pcYoxLkTSlA/s2048/IMG_6836.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24M7FJ5DDkgx2tvkDm8OWpGk3PIJPg_txW5Vn2qn4BL3vTNKXl7MshSO6DIq1mVFY-d0MqWZxJ1PWY538k9BF9oyyQZRpJw6q4_JnM8Cw6z_VICOZA4WVYkw8YTXyRxi1pcYoxLkTSlA/s320/IMG_6836.HEIC" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To make the waistband, I cut a chunk off the fat quarter that was uhhh more than 2 inches wide? and happened to be a bit longer than her waist measurement. This is pure dumb luck, people. The Cut And Hope Method is really serving me for this project. So I folded that in half lengthwise, and then tucked the edges up into the fold so there are no raw edges. This may be called bias tape. But it may not. Its not cut on the bias or anything. Then I sandwiched the top edge of the skirt in between them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Got it all together with a cute running stitch and brown embroidery thread.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ok but now what will she wear as a top? I felt like it should be brown. And I had some brown felt! lucky me. <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbvsvf9mw0BWhxTCm8X5A_0pLoZbvcz3sW4H825rh_BQGv1jSlyk-goqj55cEpkS470_Bgaum0-aMTwWUbRvuG40UbCMUEye_fejG7AUmkj9-OI-6J1-CqxpyijLOeXiRXId6UUDV6uY/s2048/IMG_6879.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbvsvf9mw0BWhxTCm8X5A_0pLoZbvcz3sW4H825rh_BQGv1jSlyk-goqj55cEpkS470_Bgaum0-aMTwWUbRvuG40UbCMUEye_fejG7AUmkj9-OI-6J1-CqxpyijLOeXiRXId6UUDV6uY/s320/IMG_6879.HEIC" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">So I made this... What is this? A corset? A bustier? A vest? I'm calling it a vest. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I made this vest by tracing the top half of a t-shirt pattern and cutting it down to size using Guess and Check. This is a real method that 4th graders use to do math. It is a real method I use to go about my life. Anywho felt stays together pretty nice and won't fray, so I wasn't worried about raw edges.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfqovjoJdnL1E1q7-tvRMLdAl0SylRMTtLmhFuAkH6BRDFMZJElhR0O2L9TdF9l4bRu4aEADon8ab9YwUDR6gsveNX3fK_h0ffmERXmhTEpGgrqxhciohyphenhyphenSl-GZoa4oq-4Ri8IJmsG80/s2048/IMG_6889.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfqovjoJdnL1E1q7-tvRMLdAl0SylRMTtLmhFuAkH6BRDFMZJElhR0O2L9TdF9l4bRu4aEADon8ab9YwUDR6gsveNX3fK_h0ffmERXmhTEpGgrqxhciohyphenhyphenSl-GZoa4oq-4Ri8IJmsG80/s320/IMG_6889.HEIC" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">But to get the pieces together, I used cross stitches, which makes for EXCELLENT detail work if i do say so myself.<br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89i9bOJ7zjAbEebdXmes5sFyQsj26ToYqALBDEu8VL9ET6xW5PMDbp37Yh6Stk3E0mlriTbpYiALSlShdv4Ktt1WD9hefMGQNffAUXqnUA2XN3w63yJAifOxSIsZnXfOiiG1zuEz57C4/s2048/IMG_6888.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89i9bOJ7zjAbEebdXmes5sFyQsj26ToYqALBDEu8VL9ET6xW5PMDbp37Yh6Stk3E0mlriTbpYiALSlShdv4Ktt1WD9hefMGQNffAUXqnUA2XN3w63yJAifOxSIsZnXfOiiG1zuEz57C4/s320/IMG_6888.HEIC" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The final two steps were making closures for these clothing pieces. I poked holes with the fattest embroidery needle I had down the front of the vest, and threaded this leather lacing from an old bead kit through.</div><p>This was also my first time doing a button. I cut that hole and bound up the edges myself. I'm mad skilled. Ran all the way through the woods to my grandma's house to dig through her button box and found that lovely redwood button. The vibes are impeccable.</p><p></p><p>But this outfit isn't done yet! I still want it to be made of leaves! I'm gonna poke stems into the waistband. Oh and I wanna make her a flower crown! 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Like Way, way over. But here are Rylan and Andie, as gay and as proud of it as ever. So nice of that rainbow to show up for them ; )<p></p><p>I added it in PhotoscapeX, some free editing software that I'm trying to replace Aperture with. Aperture won't even open anymore. Has a little grayed out "no" symbol over its icon in the dock. Guess its finally truly dead. Photoscape x is pretty fun though. More features like adding rainbows. <br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLBwgSkXEcgZvgwVA7prTAJBzHJ38_JErA10otZSxI3Qnwo4d-sjSoIqCWUXvEATKcR8-TykkCdcQG2GIz65PEBdXxHsQxnFcvHQX9SLX31IjPhSZ26GNnsw1C-TrKWK6bxPcFBG4rNaw/s2048/Andie+and+Rylan+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLBwgSkXEcgZvgwVA7prTAJBzHJ38_JErA10otZSxI3Qnwo4d-sjSoIqCWUXvEATKcR8-TykkCdcQG2GIz65PEBdXxHsQxnFcvHQX9SLX31IjPhSZ26GNnsw1C-TrKWK6bxPcFBG4rNaw/w640-h426/Andie+and+Rylan+3.jpg" width="640" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(reminder to give your gf a smooch on she forehead)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another one I've been considering trying is Photopea, which, i hear, is just photoshop copied element for element. Pretty poggers. But idk how to use photoshop so there will be a learning curve for using photopea too. If I learn how to use the clone stamp tool, then I can start using sticks to prop dolls up and have them do more dynamic poses. <br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg03dxbjGwc5V-aKZ6WsJkez6J-pZhVS3LXu7K7Z6E1cfkBZXo4WTpq3513XWOZb_n7tNjyQ1ieee9w-2S-g2Z8HV2mnef4F7uu-cy7cmpVa9YYTmN_i1JsSAPFh-LQZ407Z6RJpVSn-pE/s2048/Andie+and+Rylan+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg03dxbjGwc5V-aKZ6WsJkez6J-pZhVS3LXu7K7Z6E1cfkBZXo4WTpq3513XWOZb_n7tNjyQ1ieee9w-2S-g2Z8HV2mnef4F7uu-cy7cmpVa9YYTmN_i1JsSAPFh-LQZ407Z6RJpVSn-pE/w640-h480/Andie+and+Rylan+1.jpg" width="640" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This guitar is the only part of Tenney's collection I liked. Its exclusively Rylan's now. She likes to play Brandi Carlile covers on it. Here, she was singing Caroline. Now, she is practicing Wherever Is Your Heart. Andie tries to sing along, but she isn't any good. Not that Rylan cares- she thinks her girlfriend has the cutest voice in the world and is enamored just at her trying. <br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwbB0baddacnbt0LFae8zUR_m2NZeLYOKV1wJ17U7b2ACadjdUKhoBY_tgjZ6_LFLanz0FfJagkBSBLg1O8TawZNr8ACRgW8wEf52T8JxXxMwcAnVLsngFu3v3WPnk1qnWPwCr0xJSno/s2048/Andie+and+Rylan+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwbB0baddacnbt0LFae8zUR_m2NZeLYOKV1wJ17U7b2ACadjdUKhoBY_tgjZ6_LFLanz0FfJagkBSBLg1O8TawZNr8ACRgW8wEf52T8JxXxMwcAnVLsngFu3v3WPnk1qnWPwCr0xJSno/w640-h426/Andie+and+Rylan+4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Happy pride month every month from Andie and Rylan! Long live the lesbians!!<p></p><p>-Gwen<br /></p>Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-39029513167735333712021-06-19T18:35:00.002-07:002021-06-19T18:35:23.532-07:00Lily by the Kiwi<div style="text-align: left;">What up gang its been a BILLION years since I've posted. </div><p style="text-align: left;">I've been in college and have had mental health issues like mad. WHOOP! But I still love my dolls and instagram is such a hard-to-look-at platform. 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I've talked to the same 8 people (my immediate family and my college roommates) for a year and a half, so I went just to have some novelty and socializing. There was yummy pizza and cookies, and I chatted with my old 8th grade english teacher and my elementary school librarian. <br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqlO5T9gL_FJy8w0DjXCfQkML6fmpp6uGbeFq-kFPYjDY_Zk2LhdnsNtuiBnAqiiKh-PVB0PfAxWonyAJitdqCRyW57A-EPPkU7kAqSiuTn1-_fu0CeXOUyGdmHWP80sb7GazundQysUs/s2048/Lily+by+the+kiwi+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqlO5T9gL_FJy8w0DjXCfQkML6fmpp6uGbeFq-kFPYjDY_Zk2LhdnsNtuiBnAqiiKh-PVB0PfAxWonyAJitdqCRyW57A-EPPkU7kAqSiuTn1-_fu0CeXOUyGdmHWP80sb7GazundQysUs/w640-h426/Lily+by+the+kiwi+3.jpg" width="640" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My family went off to another person's graduation party and I stayed home, one party is plenty for me. But the light was so nice outside, and the shadows were so bright, that I was suddnly struck by the urge to take doll pics again. Well, the urge is always there, but the energy and brainpower isn't. 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Its a whole bunch of vines climbing up this pole by our deck, and it was pretty scrawny the first 3 years we had it, but now its branched out into this huge vine monster waving many arms and tendrils in the air. 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Rylan and Andie went on a walk in the snow a few months ago, when we had a thick blanket of snow all over the property. It was such a nice break from the soggy deadness of winter.</div>
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Andie is wearing the fair isle sweater outfit, that had that nice puffy jacket sold seperately or something. Its easily one of my favorite AG winter outfits. Rylan is wearing a Lorilizgirlsanddolls flannel. It is my favorite Etsy purchace ever, but unfortunately Loriliz is no longer active. Her mittens are AG, but I don't know from what outfit, likely before I started collecting in 2013.</div>
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Howdy fellas! It's been a fat minute since I've posted, but worry not, I'm still interested in dolls. I've just been mostly working on maintaining my instagram since it doesn't ruin the quality of my photos.</div>
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This picture of Kaya, for example, I worked hard on focusing and making clear and crisp for your viewing pleasure, but dumb ol blogger had to go and make it grainy. I mean, It could just be my computer, but these were clean when I uploaded them but got grainy as soon as I added them to the post.</div>
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Now I know a lot of you aren't on here anymore, but if any of you doll bloggers are still out there, I'd love for you to tell me how to fix this stupid ass problem. I want the work I put into my photos to be reflected on the screen.</div>
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Also, aren't these boots cute?! They're from Kit's gardening outfit. Not too fond of the rest of the outfit but these boots? Damn I love em.</div>
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These pictures were taken out by a lovely mossy boulder in my yard. Most things are still too dead from winter for acceptable photos, but lucky for us, moss and ferns stay green year round.</div>
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I may have posted about this previously, but Kaya belongs to my cousin Barrett, who's house is being remodeled. I get to use her dolls while she gets her room put together. Kaya is easily my favorite in her collection. I've photographed her before by some different ferns further back on the property, wearing pieces from Isabelle's collection. Pastels look nicer on brown skin, I think.</div>
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That being said, I'm not too fond of this outfit. The light blue turtleneck might have been a mistake. But the boots and yellow Our Generation jacket really make me happy.</div>
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Welp, Kaya had a fun time out fiddling around in the ferns, and I had a good time taking pictures.</div>
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Up the front walkway abloom with late august lavender came a stranger. No dread arose in her chest from being someplace new and unfamiliar, instead it was near bursting with excitement. Everywhere she looked she saw possibility and beauty. And everywhere she looked she noticed what plants were growing and which needed attention.</div>
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She grinned and nodded at everything on the front porch. Teal bench, little old teapot, hostas making a big leafy sea. There were high hopes to be had for this new home. Coming upon the door, she went to knock, but found that it swung open under her knuckles. Before she could think "that's odd"-</div>
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"Hello! Welcome in, welcome in! Was your journey here uneventful? My name's Lily. The rest of the house is here to meet you. What's your name?"</div>
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"Behind me here is Rylan, Leo, Cameryn, and Andie. Say hello everyone!"</div>
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Peering inside beyond Lily and the door, Aurora saw more faces than she ever expected, including one who was studying the ground from atop a cardboard box. She started inside, unsure of what to do with herself or her stuff now that there was such a large greeting party.</div>
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"Uhh, Just so you know, everyone, there's like. A whole bunch of girls coming up the driveway. I saw them on my way up." Said Aurora to the room at large. </div>
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"Oh yeah that'll be our cousins, we're expecting them too. Let's go out and greet them!" Chattered Lily. "And Andie? Get down from that box, please."</div>
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Aurora watched as Lily skipped out the door, shouting "Yoo-hoo!" and waving. She was followed quickly by Andie, who had slid off the box grumbling and was now being tailed by the girl with the afro, who must have been Rylan. She looked around the inside now. They were in a living room, and she was accompanied only by Cameryn and Leo. She wondered vaguely who was who, especially since both seemed like boys names but one appeared to be wearing a skirt. Oh well. One could never assume these things. </div>
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Presently, Aurora wandered outside to have a look at the cousins. Four seemed like a lot of cousins. But then again, even one cousin would be a lot for her. Lily was hugging everyone and cooing "how are youuuuuu?!" While Andie was smiling distantly and patting whoever was nearest on the shoulder. Rylan stood by holding Andie's hand.</div>
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"Hey everybody! Come get up on the bench so we can all see each other and introduce ourselves! We've got like five new people today!"</div>
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So everybody made their way over to the bench and did their best to scramble up. Cameron and Leo wandered out of the house and said a pleasant hello to those they past on their way up the bench by way of the side brace on the legs.</div>
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After a lot of kerfuffle and hubbub, everyone was situated on the bench and ready to listen. Aurora stuck her bag between her legs. No one had told her where she should put it yet.</div>
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"All right, I'll go first." said Lily. Nobody disputed. "I'm Lily. Our BFG's name is Gwen, and I'm her second doll." </div>
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"Stands for Big Friendly Giant, like the Roald Dhal book. But in our case its our Big Friend Gwen." Somebody answered. </div>
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Lily continued "Andie is my sister, and Mckenna and Maddie are my cousins. Andie, Your turn."</div>
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"Howdy, everybody, I'm Rylan!" said Rylan cheerfully. "I am everybody's housemate and Andie is my girlfriend, aaaand I'm nobody's cousin and nobody's sister. Let's continue."</div>
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The one in the green shirt and denim skirt started speaking. "Hi! We are Leo and Cameryn. I don't think the Seattle dolls have met us before, but we live here on swamp road with everyone else. Lots of housemates means lots of frenemies." </div>
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"I'm Leo." said Leo the green shirt and denim skirt. And next to me is Cameryn. She doesn't like talking very much. Except to me. It's chill."</div>
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Realizing it was her turn, Aurora took a breath. "Hey all! I'm aurora and I just got here. I guess I'm your housemate now. Uhh. yeah." She bit her lip and stared at her feet, embarrassed she couldn't come up with something better.</div>
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"Yeah yeah we know you're an astrology nerd, Saige." Said Kaya. "Anyway, I'm Kaya and I live with Mckenna, Maddie, and Saige. But I guess we live here now. It might be fun."</div>
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I bought Aurora at the very end of august when I was staying with my aunt for a drama class.My cousin, Barrett, doesn't use her dolls much anymore so they are staying with me to make room in her house while they remodel the kitchen.</div>
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Saige and Mckenna's hair was absolutely whack. Even though they had been brushed responsibly, stuff happens with long hair. Both of them were enormous, bushy, and tangled. The synthetic fibers had curled up on themselves and made strange squiggles that interlocked and made terrible knots.</div>
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For mckenna's hair, which was reasonably short and <em>incredibly thick </em>I just pulled apart sections and brushed them individually, working from bottom to top, trying not to pull it out and trying to ignore the noises the brush made going through the tangles. It took more strength than anticipated.</div>
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I bunched all the sections together to see what it would do and got this lovely... to me it looks kind of like flames shooting out the end of a rocket or a really cool motorcycle. It could also be a haystack. Anyway, the hair stuck straight out and was still insanely frizzy at the end. I stuck her aside and tried to do the same for Saige's hair.</div>
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Here are the crazy, frizzy, interlocking squiggles. This was a nightmare to brush through, and it poofed right back out and bunched itself together when I was through.</div>
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Heres how it was when I got done. Still very frizzy and you can see all the hair this poor doll lost in the bottom right corner. There was even more of it out of frame.<br />
BUT WORRY NOT! There was hope for this hair, and hope that did not lie in scissors. (In fact, scissors are for when you lose all hope.)<br />
Our hope here lies in boiling water. Plastic heated up will bend to your will. Or straighten to your will.<br />
So I boiled some water in the teakettle, poured it into a big bowl, and let it cool for 5 minutes lest I melt their hair.<br />
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After several dunkings and brushings, saige's hair was getting more manageable. The crazy squiggles straightened out and the brush positively glided through.</div>
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After several more brushings to ensure everything was perfectly straight and not tangled, I left them to dry.<br />
Now let's see how Maddie is doing<br />
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Maddie has had a little strand of wig hanging off for quite some time now, and her part was weird on top so it showed the seams and cap.<br />
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I pulled up the hair, showing the wig cap, so I could find where our dangly strand belongs. I'm always amazed at the cleverness of wigs.</div>
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<br />Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-36908655776062119102018-08-27T10:33:00.000-07:002018-08-27T10:45:16.547-07:00Doll care adventures- limb tighteningMy younger cousin Barrett just turned 13 and does not play with her dolls much anymore, and her family is going to remodel some parts of the house, which means a lot of stuff must be stored or purged. I, being the weirdo 17 year old who still enjoys dolls, offered (or really, requested) to let Barrett's dolls stay with me for a few months until she wants them back.<br />
There are 4 dolls from her-<br />
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From left to right:<br />
Maddie, a Just Like You with blue pinwheel eyes, lined brows, and platinum blond hair.<br />
Saige, Girl Of The Year 2013<br />
Mckenna, Girl Of The Year 2012<br />
Kaya, a BeForever bought in 2014.<br />
Saige and Kaya are in the best condition since they are the newest. Bear has always treated her dolls well, even when she was little, but things happen with little children and over time.<br />
My orders of buisness were: tighten Maddie and McKenna's legs, fix Saige and Mckenna's hair. Kaya got to chill on the floor with my dolls while her crew got intensive hospital and spa treatment.<br />
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3. Find the socket joint for one of the legs, pull it out the neck hole or as close to the neck hole as you can so you can see what you're doing while you work on it.</div>
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4. Pull on the elastic string sticking out of the socket joint. This pulls the limb further in and doesn't let it flop around anymore.<br />
5. Use a hair tie to keep the elastic string tight, which just means keeping the knot pulled up from the white thing.<br />
6. Now do it to the other leg!<br />
7. Begin putting stuffing back in. Use a pencil to pack it down, especially in the butt and hip area, where a lack of stuffing will either look weird or cause the joint casing to wiggle around or fabric to fold.<br />
8. Make sure the knotted ends of the string aren't poking at the body fabric, that'll look weird too.<br />
9. As you get close to the top, pack the stuffing tightly around the arm joints.<br />
10. Slide the head lip back under the neck hole, and tie the string tightly. Admire your handiwork.<br />
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<br />Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-33907976319514326322018-08-22T19:41:00.001-07:002018-08-22T19:41:55.974-07:00Squeal of joyall right I don’t know about y’all but I am BEYOND excited because a few days ago I was browsing the AG site (has to be done sometimes) and discovered that they released new Truly Me dolls. Im not caught up with everything that goes on so this came as a surprise. But while doing that I noticed something. Somebody. This somebody:<br />
TrulyMe #79, a medium skinned Jess Mold. The first medium skinned jess mold EVER aside from Kanani (GOtY 2011). Now Kanani has been my dream doll for years, but I doscovered American Girl in 2013, so Kanani was long gone by then. After many fruitless scourings of ebay and just hoping to find one at a good will or something, I gave up. One couldn’t just have a not!Kanani because that face mold and skin tone combination straight up wasn’t avalible.<br />
But now it is!<br />
I have been debating for a few months werher or not to get Luciana, because lots of times I want something and then decide “no I don’t really need that” for the sake of money or space. But then I remember how much I wanted the thing, often long after the item has been retired. So getting Luciana was a definite possibility ever since January.<br />
But not!Kanani holds presidence over her, being that I’ve wanted her more and for much longer. Though a TrulyMe just released will not retire anytime soon, it is best to satisfy an old want than to get a new doll just because I might regret not getting her in the future.<br />
The feeling of wanting a doll badly is a feeling I had nearly forgotten. As a 7th and 8th grader I would find a doll or outfit I wanted, I would find a way for it to fit in with the rest of my doll’s lives and the story I have going for them. I would get so ecxited thinging about having it and using it, plotting where I would get the money and the logistics of an AG store trip or ordering online. The excitement would fill my chest and buzz down my arms while my brain whirled around backstories, names, and clothing preferences. Sometimes I couldn’t even sleep.<br />
But as I grew older (not even very much older) I developed depression and all emotions faded out and drained away while I was left laying in a mud puddle, my body filled with styrofoam and unable to move or think. Three years went by. Wanting to use dolls was the first to go. Wanting to live went a while larter. Grades and friends slipped, of course. All was foggy and dim.<br />
But now, after more than a year of medication and counseling (some with therapists, some with personal research) interest in school, friends, starry hill, acting, singing, and astrophotography returned. So did the doll hobby. And now, I find it amazing that I can loose sleep being wxcited to think about dolls and excitement for the future- near future being the acting class I chose to take (first non school class ever except piano lessons which I quit long ago) and far future (growing nearer) being college, the prospect of which used to terrify me, but now excites me.<br />
Personal anecdote aside:<br />
I think the best way to purchace such expensive dolls is to wait until you have a personality and backstory developed. Otherwise you wind up with a hunk of vinyl instead of a character. I did that with TrulyMe (which was MyAG at the time) #61. She was on the Julls steals and Deals sale a few years ago, and I was immensely pleased that I could get a hundred dollar doll for $70, especially since she was the only one with truly red hair and green instead of hazel eyes. Despite all this, I didn’t know who she would be or how she fit in. To this day she does not have a name. I have tried several times, but they never stick. I might take off her wig and pop out her eyes just in case I want to build a doll. Maybe get a head from ebay.<br />
So the next order of buisness is: who shall #79 be?Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-67784067352773583032018-07-25T14:52:00.004-07:002018-07-25T14:52:55.985-07:00Two will enter, one will return<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="text-align: start;">Yesterday, it was Rylan's turn to take Pepper out for a romp in the yard. He was excited for a walk and the force of his wagging tail made his whole body wiggle.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">"Hold </span><em style="text-align: start;">on</em><span style="text-align: start;">, Pepper. Im still trying to get my shoes on and you dancing around my feet is not helping."</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">When they finally made it outside, Pepper bounded happily along the paving stones before scampering off to have a nice roll in the grass and pee on a bush or two.</span></div>
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"Are you a good boy, fur face? Yes, I think so. Fuzzy lumpkin. Puppy boy. Fuzz nugget."</div>
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"Urrrrrrrrrrooo." Said pepper, unimpressed by all the goofy names.</div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">He wandered off to mark his presence on a few more bushes, so Rylan waited around looking at the trees, all of which she loved dearly.</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">Among these was a little willow across the grass from the house. It was an ant compared to the fir trees surrounding the yard, but being a doll she fit under it nicely, where she began inspecting the bark. Thin, white, papery. Perhaps she should start a bark collection.</span></div>
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Off in the distance, Pepper gave one sharp bark and bolted off.</div>
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"Huh?" Rylan said to the tree.</div>
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"Hold on. Pepper? Pepper! Get back here!"</div>
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But Pepper was already disappearing beneath the fir trees and undergrowth.</div>
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Rylan jogged a little apprehensively across the grass, which was quickly giving way to weeds and rocks. She wondered what he had seen. Maybe a deer?</div>
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But the mild apprehension grew to straight up uneasiness after countless calls of "Pepper, come!" fell on deaf ears (or no ears) as she moved deeper into the forest.</div>
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She was running now. Pepper almost always stayed in the yard, and almost always came when she called. And certainly he always came with this much fuss.</div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">Long past the underbrush where she saw him disappear, she began shoving back ferns and peering around trees. But surely she would have seen him bounding through the tules if he was anywhere nearby.</span></div>
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"Pepper?" Rylan called one last time.</div>
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May your doll's noses never get shine marks,<br />
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<br />Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-48765262189034546362018-07-13T18:06:00.001-07:002018-07-13T18:06:29.330-07:00Book Reviews with Andie- The Language of Spells<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Good afternoon and happy... whatever day today is, everybody! It's Andie here and I am going to spill my thoughts to you about The Language of Spells by Garret Weyr.</div>
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My summary is this: a dragon named Grisha is born in a forest in Germany. He gets turned into a teapot by an evil magician, and then sold to an emperor, who dies and gives him to an antique shop, where a young man named Yakov finds him and brings him home. Yakov can see that he is a real dragon inside a teapot. He is sure to put the teapot in a window so Grisha can get some sun, and talks to him every day. Eventually, he finds a way to release him from the teapot, and tells him that all the other dragons have been called to Vienna. Little did they know that it was the evil magician Leopold who was doing the calling. More than half the dragons are put to sleep and hidden beneath the city. Grisha and the remaining dragons are left as museum and national landmark guides. They forget the terrible fate of their brothers and sisters.</div>
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Eventually, Grisha meets an eleven year old girl named Maggie. They become fast friends and on their adventures around the city of Vienna, Grisha remembers his early days there and that his friends are missing. He and Maggie embark on a quest to save the sleeping buried dragons, talking to enchanted cats about where they're hidden, and to Yakov's granddaughter about a potion to wake them up, going on excursions to London, Rome, and the Black Forest. Unfortunately, all magic demands a sacrifice, including the magic to reverse Leopold's spell. When they find the sleeping dragon's deep beneath Vienna's subway system, Maggie's sacrifice is to give up the thing she loves most- being able to see and talk to her friend Grisha. The spell works.</div>
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Now lemme tell you guys, I loved every page of this book! I love dragons and old cities, and children literature that reads like you could be telling a fantastical story to a child. There were beautiful illustrations and likable characters, the whole shebang. But the ending. Oh, how I loathe the ending. It's not a bad or poorly thought out ending, it just makes me sad. Imagine not being able to see, hear, or feel your best friend, even though he's right there. Imagine him knowing that and not being able to do anything. Maggie can't even see the dragons that she freed, nor can they tell her how grateful they are. Good Lord I Hate sad endings. If you are going to read this book, read all of it except the last chapter, and then make up your own ending.</div>
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Farewell form Andie, hater of bittersweet books.</div>
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Remember <a href="https://aloneindollworld.blogspot.com/2015/09/skateboards-and-newcomers.html" target="_blank">an eternity ago</a> when I bought my little brother a Marisol doll from Ebay for $50 and made it into a boy? I cut the hair then and it didn't go as well as I would have liked. But after an eternity, I bought a new wig and it looks fabulous! It is from <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/GramcatsCloset" target="_blank">GramcatsCloset</a> on Etsy.</div>
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Monique wigs are nearly impossible to get on. I struggled with this one for a while and finally got it to a place where I could glue it. Aaaaaand got glue in the hair. I'll figure it out sometime.</div>
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Now that Alex is in use, I need to start thinking up a character for him. My brother is helping since he's still technically his doll. Cole says Alex is going to be a vlogger. </div>
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This flannel came from <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/LorelieCreations?" target="_blank">LorelieCreations</a> on Etsy.</div>
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I bought Rylan Tenney's guitar for christmas and she loves it!</div>
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Previously she had been playing with the human sized guitars laying around my house, and I decided I needed a doll sized one. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidyVSH2rxJrgRnCGRAlLkxbjCJK9iNoiLD01F-4NK_E2AILo3tmA0RM8qujUAJRl2eTYmryhwCl41Thn_4JhkW2RdxwriprmNhozxbw3gjYIqbvRCc04yLEBDjHi3EuRrphxYSMA8wYAQ/s1600/IMG_7567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidyVSH2rxJrgRnCGRAlLkxbjCJK9iNoiLD01F-4NK_E2AILo3tmA0RM8qujUAJRl2eTYmryhwCl41Thn_4JhkW2RdxwriprmNhozxbw3gjYIqbvRCc04yLEBDjHi3EuRrphxYSMA8wYAQ/s640/IMG_7567.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
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I bought it at the little pop up AG store in some mall near portland, making off with a heavy bag and a light wallet. In the bag was Logan's performance outfit, Z's camera set, and Tenney's guitar. It was the first time in a long time I had bought anything from AG. Logan's outfit was only $10, though, which was amazing.</div>
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This shoot was done with a black scarf, my dad's line 6 amp, and a couple plant lights. I was super proud of them, but they didn't do too well on <a href="https://www.instagram.com/aloneindollworld/" target="_blank">Instagram</a>. I think it's because I organized my feed and have 3 pictures in a row and post them all at once. Do any of you use Instagram and can offer me advice?</div>
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<b>Rylan typing now. I want to help out with posts too. I wish I was playing something really face meltingly terrific but I've only had this guitar for a month. So I was doing my best to pluck out Immortality by Pearl Jam, which is terrific, but its just me, haltingly and by myself. Maybe I'll learn to sing too!</b></div>
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This is Gwen, back to talk about pictures some more. I really like the feel of these, the energy in them, but they might be a little dark or hard to look at for the average person scrolling on by. Aside from really wanting to show off the new guitar and have a lifelike shoot, I also went to the Museum of Popular Culture in Seattle with my aunt and uncle, where we saw Mick Rock's pictures of David Bowie. They were something else, I tell you. I hadn't listened to or seen David Bowie before, only heard the name. But the idea of a genderqueer alien from mars with a bunch of spider friends was right up my alley. I got home and listened to some Bowie, and didn't like it all that much, but that man's style and creativity was really fantastic.</div>
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Of course, none of this shoot is at all reminiscent of Ziggy Stardust, but the pictures on the wall did make me want to do something with darkness and color photographing a musician, even if the musician is an inanimate 18 inch vinyl girl.</div>
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<br />Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-89028872020146893092017-09-01T09:16:00.001-07:002017-09-01T09:17:54.853-07:00Oh but who are we to stand in the way of two girls in love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was doing a photoshoot with Andie and Rylan in the shade of the shed trying to stay out of this 93 degree bullshit<br />
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And I was thinking about what good friends they are and how I've been hinting about their relationship for a while<br />
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So I asked them if they minded being open about it and they were like<br />
"Nah man we're lesbian goals. Everyone wishes they were us."<br />
"Actually I'm pan!" Andie said<br />
"Oh yeah that's right. We're sapphic goals. We're queer as hell!" Rylan yelled excitedly and grabbed Andie's hand.<br />
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Rylan wanted to kiss but Andie got distracted by the fact that the needles on cedar trees are really just folded up leaves.</div>
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Its all ok though, cause trees and girlfriends are the most interesting things in the universe. Especially if you can hang out with your girlfriend in a tree. (They're planning their next date in a tree, I'm guessing.)<br />
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Yes indeed ever since Rylan came to live with us a few years ago they've gotten along swimmingly. Lilly, like any good sister, pretends not to notice and swears to maul Andie if she hurts Rylan and vise versa. <span style="color: #674ea7;">"Of course I'll be protective of my big sister,"</span> she says, <span style="color: #674ea7;">"But if she upsets my buddy Ry-ry all sisterly bets are off."</span><br />
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Can't kiss when you're busy giggling, sillies.<br />
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Have a fantastic day, y'all. And if it's not, aggressively try to make it so. Queer kids gotta stay strong.Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-49712562860879604512017-08-24T18:34:00.001-07:002017-08-24T18:34:26.376-07:00Magical Andie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This post is dedicated to everyone who says american girl dolls are creepy. My original idea was for Andie to summon a demon, which is what happened in the last picture, but it turned out that she would rather mess around with angelic power, purple light of elves and awesomeness.<br />
This magic has been brought to you by glow sticks and long exposure shots.<br />
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Hah if i waved the sticks around behind her it looked like i just photoshopped a grainy doll pic onto some old mac screensaver.<br />
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I would love to give andie magical powers but i think i already had lilly di that. Oh watever. All my dolls can live in a fantasy world. Something to think about.<br />
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Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-10665450644119885622017-08-19T16:27:00.001-07:002017-08-19T16:27:57.221-07:00HALLO!none of you who follow me probably exist anymore but I started really missing my AG dolls after years of being too tired to do anything interesting with them. Clinical depression is a bitch. But here I am! And if any of you are out there and I'm not just screaming into the void, come say hello, because i am still bad at making real life friends no matter how much i have changed.<br />
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Lets start off on the right foot here with some pictures of Rylan because I love her so.<br />
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I tried to make a new blog but that's pointless so I'll just stick to here. I'll be cleaning up and getting rid of old posts or ones I don't like, maybe changing the header so it actually fits.<br />
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Best to all of you! And if no one's there, best to you, Void.Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-20109998588430011892016-10-22T22:43:00.002-07:002016-10-22T22:43:47.337-07:00I continue to explore the strange and unfamiliar ritual of human interaction ALL RIGHT HERES THE THING GUYS<br />
Tenley reminded me a few <strike>days</strike> weeks ago that I have a blog and it might be cool of me to actually post things on it.<br />
SO I HAVE IMPORTANT NEWS<br />
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(This glowing cloud was not the important news but it's still pretty important. All hail.)</div>
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Donald the local fanboy has joined drama club after school! And guess what else- HE GOT THE LEAD ROLE! The play is The Nerd, which I am not fond of and was written in the 80's and was what our new director, Mr. Sutherd (whose name is not spelled phonetically but I will do anyway because I can't spell), did for a play when he was in junior high.<br />
Not excited about the play itself, BUT WE CAN BE EXCITED FOR DONALD!<br />
What am I doing in all this nonsense? Brianna of the Hive Mind and I are going to be doing tech. She runs lights and I run sound. Nothing for us to do yet, though, because the actual actors are still figuring out blocking.<br />
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But yeah I have friends now, which is where lots of my attention is directed currently. Donald is my best friend, which is a new thing cause I haven't had an actual friend since kindergarten (Im a sophomore. Do what you will with that.) All my "friends" before him were just people to stand next to so I would feel less awkward. Im sure I've told you this before.<br />
Anyway, we tell eachother everything, which is nice emotional solidarity, and do nearly everything together. A few nights ago we made fried rice and listened to The Killers. It turned out wonderfully, and then we took a walk in my woods in the darkness and discussed the possible existence (and variations on that existence) of a god.<br />
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My friends are such cuddly people. Donald and I were standing pretty close together under the trees looking up at their silhouettes against the light polluted sky, and his face bumped into mine. This was surprising, like, what are you trying to do here, dude? Do you want a kiss or something? Thought you weren't into that. ??? And then his voice came from inside his hoodie "Aahhhhh sorry I just wanted to put my head on your shoulder but I forgot I'm taller than you!" Other than that, we sit shoulder to shoulder thigh to thigh on the bus listening to night vale. Very comforting. Take the solidity of a rock and make it warm and soft.<br />
In another event of cuddliness, Brianna was laying with her head in my lap and I was playing with her hair. A drama kid sitting in the window next to us asked me "Are you guys dating?" I was not prepared to answer this question. I turned to Brianna and asked "Are we dating?" She booped me on the nose and then said "I dont know", shrugging. This was a valid question for Drama Kid to ask, as we walk around school holding hands, and she likes to rest her chin on my shoulder and her hands on my hips, which is apparently considered dating behavior.<br />
Im less convinced about the holding hands = dating thing, though, because Brianna, Donald, and I like to walk around town after school with all three of us holding hands.<br />
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Here have a lovely picture of Orange Boi painting at my house just after school started and it was still sunny outside. Having my feet in focus and not him was probably a poor artistic choice, but the colors are nice.</div>
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What other interesting things have happened? Hmmmm.<br />
OH! I'm taking chemistry. We were talking about the properties of matter a few days ago, and one of the properties is Reactivity With Water, so Mrs. H. stuck some sodium in a bowl of water.<br />
It fizzled madly and swirled around of its own accord, and then caught on fire. We thought that was going to be it, that was going to be the coolest part, but no. IT BLEW UP, FOLKS! A BEAUTIFUL UPWARD AND OUTWARD SPRAY OF SPARKS AND A MARVELOUS BANG.<br />
John the Star Guide Buddy got a picture of the first few sparks just before the explosion.<br />
Sodium metal is very reactive with water, so much so that it can't even be around water vapor in the air. It has to be stored in mineral oil so it won't blow up in storage.<br />
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Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-20978895109862879742016-09-18T09:51:00.001-07:002016-09-18T09:51:41.586-07:00I wish to tell you of something wonderful.Putty is that wonderful thing.<br />
Not like putty for patching up walls (though I am quite familiar with that since I tend to cut holes in the wall when I am upset.) I mean like silly putty, crazy aaron's thinking putty, or that stuff you get in the rock climbing section of REI to strengthen your hands.<br />
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I am an enormous fan of things with nice textures. Smooth erasers, round rocks that are almost matte, soft blankets, and such the like. I have also been known to stick my finger into a variety of food items and squish them, such as beans, steel cut oats, dry rice, egg yolks.<br />
I also spend far too much time watching paint mixing videos.<br />
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But the most wonderful, squishiest, stretchiest, least messy thing my hands have come across is this putty:<br />
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I have several kinds. The iridescent stuff above,<br />
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and this heat sensitive stuff that's purple when it's cold and blue when its warm.<br />
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That was my loveliness for today.<br />
What textures do you like? Do you spend a lot of time fiddling with things?Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-30615893334818866522016-08-31T09:35:00.000-07:002016-08-31T09:35:12.981-07:00Hot chocolate is only deathly sometimes.Donald the Local Fanboy is local once again, back in his rightful home state. And also in my home, a day ago.<br />
While he was here, I introduced him to the art of needle felting, a therapeutic craft in which you take a fluff of wool and a barbed needle and STAB THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF IT until the wool becomes the shape you want.<br />
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Yesterday was also our last star party of the season. I ate pizza with the other star guides and solved puzzles with Vanessa, our newest recruit. This was her first year and she has done very well. As far as I can tell, I did very well too, speaking in front of people.<br />
Braden, the oldest star guide, made us all new passports with harder to find targets. Things like the owl cluster and omega nebula.<br />
I do not have pictures of those, but john did image the pelican nebula, and I thought that was kind of cool.<br />
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(There's a little 1 in the corner because he matched the photos up with the names when he sent them to us. The stars are a little blobbier than normal and the image is lesser in quality because he took this with the 5 inch 'astrovideo' [Not actually video. It just takes lower quality pictures faster so we have cool results to show guests sooner.] telescope instead of the proper astrophotography telescope in the observatory.)<br />
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A quote from Brett last evening: "I am always afraid to touch nature because I am afraid nature will touch me back...with more insects...ugh."<br />
Speaking of insects, the night before, Vanessa and I had been making hot chocolate while the guests were in the planetarium, and a fly fell into her cup and died. But this death was not instantaneous, sporting the full show of frantic, soggy buzzing, its wings making swirly designs in the foam on top. A death that was quite a spectacle, if still gruesome.<br />
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Now that the star guide season is over, I am sitting alone in my house feeling kind of sad.<br />
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I believe I figured out the death frisbee thing from a couple posts ago. I started watching Sherlock recently and "death frisbee" was mentioned, in reference to a hat. I must have read it somewhere in my explorations of the interwebs, and it stuck in my mind enough for me to write it in my closet.Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-18269543883350587642016-08-05T17:51:00.002-07:002016-08-05T17:51:58.930-07:00I would walk 2 barefoot miles and I would walk 2 barefoot more just to BE the man who walked 4 painful MILES to have 5 blisters (at your door)I made a series of poor choices yesterday that eventually led to me getting squirted in the face with body fluid this morning.<br />
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Poor choice #1: Staying up until 2, partly because I am bad at sleeping, partly because working at the planetarium messes with my sleep scedule. (Had our first star party on tuesday).<br />
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Poor choice #2: Putting on flip flops instead of normal shoes to go for a walk with my family. I was too tired to put on normal shoes, as explained in poor choice #1.<br />
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Poor choice #3: Taking off said flip flops to walk barefoot on the pavement. I wanted to strengthen my hobbit feet. Which, evidently, I do not have.<br />
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Poor choice #4: Overestimating the strength of my feet. Mom kept asking me: "Do you want to turn around? Can your feet handle this?" I kept saying, "Yeah, we can keep going, it doesnt matter."<br />
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So I walked 2 miles barefoot over pavement, and it wasn't until then that I realized I had awful blisters forming on my feet. I didn't walk 2 miles back. Cole and dad had brought their skateboards, so i sat cross legged on the skateboard and put my hands in my flip flops to push myself back.<br />
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Also, by brother has been into My Chemical Romance lately, so If you can imagine me, long legs folded up across a skateboard, pushing myself along with hands covered in flip flops, singing Teenagers, then you are doing an awful good job of imagining.<br />
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When that was all finished, I had 5 very large blisters total and could not walk worth refried beans. I would show you pictures, but you probably did not wake up this morning and think " Wow! I really need to see giant blisters on the bottom of someone's dirty feet!"<br />
Unless you are a foot doctor, in which case, congratulations.<br />
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BUT NOW HERE'S THE BEST PART! This morning I decided to sterilize a sewing needle and just pop the blisters. So i had one foot on my other knee bent around where i could see it, and it stuck the needle through the skin (it didn't hurt at all) AND BLISTER FLUID CAME SQUIRTING OUT AT MY FACE!<br />
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I know I gave away the thrilling conclusion at the top of this post, but still. It was wild.Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-12025841911537953402016-06-21T17:13:00.002-07:002016-06-21T17:13:14.068-07:00Pie is always bittersweet <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Berry pie is bitter and sweet at the same time, and I've never quite been satisfied with it. Pumpkin pie is all right, though.</div>
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On Friday I spent around 4 hours sitting on the floor with Donald (the local fanboy) and Colton (of the hive mind). It was Donald's last day of school before he went to Alaska, and our last full day of school. Someone who has poor schedule making skills decided the end of the year should have two half days. The spanish teacher was holding a fiesta in her classroom, so we skipped nearly every period to chill on the floor and eat enchiladas.</div>
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I am not used to having friends, or talking to people for so long. I had fun with it. You know what else I had fun with? Literary Arts Night, where I got up in front of everybody to read Petty Conversations For The Weak Minded. The spotlight was bright enough that I couldn't see anyone, only a sea of black in front of me, but I think I did fine because everyone laughed in the right places. </div>
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Look at me! I have friends* and can speak in front of crowds of people! Character development! (Or maybe I've always been able to do that, but now that I've had some specific examples fresh in my mind, my self perception has changed.) </div>
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* I mean, I've always had friends, but I've never been able to keep them for more than 180 days, and I feel like Im actually going to miss Donald and my Hive Mind.</div>
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Take a look at this picture. Look at warm sunlight on soft blankets. </div>
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Think up some happy thoughts for yourself. If happy thoughts won't come, neutral thoughts are ok. Or no thoughts at all. Just gaze blankly at it, idk, blank gazing is something I do all the time. If your brain is functioning like you want it to, try imagining yourself as a little teeny bug crawling over the wrinkles in the sheets. What would it look like from that perspective?</div>
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For my birthday I got a dragon that disapproves.</div>
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Of what does this dragon disapprove? Probably my attitude, most of the time.</div>
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Looking at this blog again, I realize that my header is not centered and it is fuzzy. This is unacceptable. I intend to fix that soon, and maybe even draw a new blueberry for it. That blueberry with t rex arms is a good person. They really try their best. It's not easy to be a fruit with reptile appendages.</div>
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Hey! maybe that'll be my next post! I'll make a backstory for my little blueberry. And make a comic for it, hopefully better than the one I did for Ellie's dream. My drawing skills have improved since then!</div>
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I am experiencing a very strong urge to put words on here, to spill out all of my thoughts, but for some reason my brain is empty. I used to be good at blogging (or so I like to believe) but I had some problems in January and I haven't been able to find my groove since. I am trying. Not very hard, but that'll change soon.</div>
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I also intend to answer your comments and actually comment on your guys's blogs! I haven't been able to concentrate enough to do that consistently for several months, so after I post this you can expect to hear form me.</div>
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<br />Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-78104792704949894672016-06-10T20:32:00.002-07:002016-06-10T20:32:15.506-07:00Death Frisbee! + artThings that have happened recently<br />
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- Have I told you about my hive mind? Because I'm part if a hive mind in computer science. Our mission is to get our work done and bother Mr. Collins as much as possible while doing it. This works well, because we are the kind of people who are high functioning weirdos with straight A's.<br />
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- Brianna and I have similar ideas about hair and brilliant forms of media. I got her to listen to Welcome To Night Vale, and I am attempting to watch some musicals so I can get her references.<br />
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- We did MAP testing, which the school pretends is very important, but I get the feeling that it's not important because they just crammed us in the auditorium with chrome books. There was just you, your computer, your burning eyes, and no surface to write on. I am displeased.<br />
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- My cousin brought his friends to my woods. I became their leader and made them eat play dough. But I had to eat it myself first, so this was not the best of plans. But they STILL ATE IT, even after the faces I made!<br />
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- At a social event, my dad said "if you talk to thus guy the whole time, I'll give you a million dollars." And I told him "I don't think you have a million dollars to give me." He said "i don't think it matters."<br />
- Burned. By my own father.<br />
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- I intend to read Petty Conversations for the Weak Minded on Literary Arts Night<br />
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- WE BOUGHT TICKETS TO A NIGHT VALE LIVE SHOW<br />
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- I've started watching Steven Universe. It is very calming to snuggle up in a blanket and watch fun little kid's shows. The background art is also very pretty and inspiring, and it's fun to see the different styles between the shows. (Steven Universe and Adventure Time)<br />
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- I also want to start watching Over The Garden Wall, because the fan art I see for it is always gorgeous...WHOOP I WAS ON TUMBLR AND FOUND A GIFSET AND THE BACKGROUND ART IS JUST AS COOL AS SU & AT. OFF I GO INTO CARTOON LAND<br />
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- This morning I ate breakfast on the deck in the sunshine, and am typing this in my room with an open window. everything is pretty and ideal. I must try to hold onto this feeling.<br />
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- I love asparagus. Just so you know.<br />
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- Whoops! I forgot to post this and now MORE things have happened!<br />
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- My birthday happened, and I got a chocolate cake with mocha frosting.<br />
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- I also got a fancy pen for drawing on the iPad, and I drew these things, which turned out presentable enough for a first try<br />
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Look! It is a picture of my best friend Ellie, talking about people misusing semicolons/ why indigo shouldn't be in the rainbow.</div>
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- Donald and i went to an art museum and several bookstores before he left for Alaska, which was enjoyable, considering how bad i am at having friends. We made a lot of jokes and spotted cool architecture, and discovered mysterious new orbs in the already mysterious wave of concrete blocks at the museum.<br />
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-Another thing I can't remember: I wrote "death frisbee" in my closet and I remember writing it there thinking "it's gonna be really funny when I find this again and can't remember why I wrote it." Well, the time has come when I forgot why I wrote it, but it's not funny. Just frustrating. I suspect it was about boomerangs, though.<br />
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Blueberry With T-Rex Armshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11406328893733828424noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383055853649098032.post-36920036738033804012016-05-09T18:18:00.000-07:002016-05-10T16:51:58.549-07:00We're destroying things, as it turns out.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="text-align: justify;">"All right girls, listen up! I have out first mission. We've been hired by a person named Mr. P to take down Portable 9, a storage facility for unusual artifacts. We're supposed to set off an electromagnetic pulse, which will permanently disable all of the computers and robot guards in the building, as well as everything else electronic in a ten mile radius. We won't bring our phones."</span></div>
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Andie slouched in her seat a little bit. "Robots aren't very easy to stab. Are we sure this is going to be fun?"</div>
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Good day, friends! Recently I attempted sewing, and I must say it was a success. I have said previously that I don't know how to use a sewing machine, but my grandma got me one for Christmas and I have figured out how to use it fairly well. </div>
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I made a few shirts a couple months ago, and then this Twenty One Pilots shirt yesterday night, and it turned out the best of all of them. </div>
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I hemmed the sleeves and neck and bottom and everything, something I usually avoid doing. That went okay, except for some stitches got too close together.</div>
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And I used VELCRO! I used to just tape the backs shut because I was too lazy to go find the velcro.</div>
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If I get good at this, I'd make an etsy shop. You know, the hypothetical one I mentioned a few months ago- <span style="background-color: white; font-family: "pt sans"; font-size: 18px;"><span style="color: #741b47;">My dolls need a store like Hot Topic or something. I've never been into a hot topic, but I hear it's like fandom gear and band shirts.</span></span></div>
<span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "pt sans"; font-size: 18px;">But on top of that, we also need punk clothes and hipster clothes and clothes that don't conform to either "girl" styles or "boy" styles and, I don't know, dinosaur costumes. Everything not normal.</span><br style="font-family: 'PT Sans'; font-size: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "pt sans"; font-size: 18px;">But I don't know how to sew.</span></span>This should be easier to achieve now that I am learning to sew.<br />
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Here, have some pretty pictures of flowers I pressed:<br />
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I have acquired another plush dragon! Problem is, I'm not sure on the names. I tried food names, but they don't seem to work. I was trying to think up fancy names, but I'm not a fancy person. Perhaps inanimate objects? Compact Disc! Toothbrush Bristle! Hand Sanitizer! No. No. This is silly. Perhaps math terms. Parabola. Sinusoid. Asymptote. Cosecant. Yeah, those work a little better.</div>
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Anyway, this is the new guy. He doesn't have wings or an extra head. His name is Asymptote. In a tangent or cotangent graph (and a few other things that I forgot), the line can go up (or down) FOREVER! IT JUST WONT STOP! It could go in the Y (Or X, but i'm mostly concerned with Y right now) direction for infinity. But it will never make it past a certain line. That line is the asymptote.</div>
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Think about it this way: Walk halfway to your front door. And then half of that. And half of that. And half of that. And half of that. And half of that. You're getting closer and closer to the door but you'll never make it, no matter how long you keep going halfway there. The door is the asymptote.</div>
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HERE I'LL SHOW YOU ON DESMOS:</div>
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Here's a tangent. <i>y</i>=tan (1.5 <i>x</i>)</div>
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Look how after the curve it goes almost straight up, but never touches the line <i>x</i>=1.</div>
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What if we scrolled up a bit farther? What if we zoomed in?</div>
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It looks like it touches in the first picture, but that's just cause the line is too thick. The second picture is zoomed in and you can see it still doesn't touch <i>x</i>=1</div>
That aside, the other dragon, the one with wings and two heads, is now named sinusoid an parabola.<br />
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Parabola. <i>y</i>=<i>x</i>^2</div>
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Sinusoid. <i>y</i>=sin (<i>x</i>)</div>
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Go <a href="https://www.desmos.com/calculator">here, to Desmos</a> to play with graphs.</div>
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When the sun sets, it turns the tops of the trees orange. It looks like they're on fire!</div>
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