Friday the 13th The Series Original Paper Doll Playset

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DARK SHADOWS Original Art Cards: Set #4

 

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Fun with DARK SHADOWS

Arthur & the Doll Show Score

  There is Franz! I was so surprised to see him! That's Doll Magic, meant to be. I hope the same happens with Marie, a Monica doll that has surfaced that I've wanted for thirty years. Shop my original DARK SHADOWS art, support my doll habit. Ronnie's suit is soaking in cold water and Woolite. He's a little bigger than Ike, he's Horsman where Ike is Efanbee. I think Efanbees are a bit better quality. There were great deals to be had at this huge show: fabulous! We ate at The Bluebird Inn in Cornwall afterwards, another favorite spot. I had a Buddah bowl to make up for the pizza I shared with Frankie and Arthur for breakfast. I love my Little Dancer paper dolls. I had them when I was three. Sometimes Ron is too good for me. ✨

Dreams 9/1 The Doll Making Machine

 9/1

  It’s hard to imagine a better dream than this. Mummy and I were at a Christmas doll show where I got an antique doll maker. It was a gray machine about the size of an industrial microwave oven, in the shape of a hat box. I made three antique reproductions with it. They were about eighteen inches tall, made of celluloid like the Ideal and Toni dolls from the late forties. They all had different colored glass eyes, old fashioned upswept wigs, and fabulous gowns, coats, shrugs, stockings, and shoes. There was an older lady there with a doll maker too. She made two dolls. One had a burgundy Christmas skirt with embroidered sugar plums. I took my doll maker home, and Theresa was in awe of the dolls. I made another with an ivory satin bridal gown. She had steely blue almond shaped eyes and a honey blonde wig. Theresa nor I thought that she was as impressive as the first three. 

Dana's Dreams

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Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog

  Ron is taking me to what he says is the oldest Ukranian cemetery in America today. The Headless Horseman was a Hassian soldier. Woody, my wooden soldier, who I got from Georgia, is a Prussian soldier. They were here before the Revolution. I was reading about the Huguenot cemetery that my brother and I passed when we road the Strasburg train through Lancaster in the free newspaper that I picked up at Doll Outlet where I got Mamie Eisenhower. I used that in Fanging with Claude. TTYL... ✨

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Queen Anne's Tea

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Belinda, The Lovely Cheat

  I got my copy of Belinda The Lovely Cheat a film by Michael Canadas and David Robinson. I love it so much, right up my alley. My friends would say it is so Dana. It has inspired me to have a tea party of my own. It will have to be on the dining room table. No place is safe from Sir Frankie Crisp. 

 

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A Wooden Wonder, with Christine Collins Madrid and Michael Canadas.

This Old House, from the Lou and Susan Nunez Collection, with David Robi...

Fort Hunter and Liverpool Union Cemetery

  The ebook is available, and the paperback is forth coming. About to list a Monster High collection on ebay. TTYL...

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Originals SALE: Art Dolls, Watercolors, & More

  Also slowly but surely drastically reducing prices in my Ebay shop to kick off a Summer SALE. You will find one-of-a-kind art dolls, original watercolors, my personal collection, rare books, and more. 

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Revenge of the Dream Hog

  5/26

  The dream hog got its revenge this morning. What a morning for dreaming. First, I was with Theresa, and it was around dusk. I was wearing little tie dyed sweatshorts, like I wear around the house. We were on a beach. It might’ve been a river bank, sandy with driftwood and rocks. We did not have a ride home. I was supposed to ride with a white man that Theresa knew, but for some reason I walked. It was very far away from home, and it began to sleet. The roads became very slushy with grime, and I was soaked. Three young white men were following me and seemed a worry until I ripped into them, telling them all off. They scattered. I approached an old factory, and when I entered I was no longer myself. I became a classy middle-aged black woman. The factory made garland, decorations for holidays, all kinds: Christmas, Easter, and all colors. There were big cardboard boxes and garland everywhere, so the place seemed a maze of boxes and I, the black woman, sashayed through the corridors wearing a tight sequin dress and swinging my hips. My hair was done up in curls. Some men from the factory started after me. They were wrapping me up in a clown box and turning me into popcorn. One guy told the other to eat me. He said that he liked popcorn pussy. 

  The next dream was very intense and came along with many warnings about childhood, innocence, and society. It took place in the late 1600s, that’s my guess. I was myself again, only about eleven years old. I had been adopted by a wealthy family, but I was not much. We were having a feast and many families had gathered for it. No idea why I was in charge of cooking, but I was. I looked for some meat to roast first. The meat was kept in a cellar with a dirt floor. There were some wooden crates to my right with a few seasoned chicken cutlets and two big portions of pork that looked more like thick pink giant sized t bone steaks. I chose them because they were the biggest and took them outside to a cobblestone garden where there were many toaster ovens set high against the back wall. Crusty bread was already baking in the ovens, and Mummy was there. I put blackberries on one of the cuts and cherries on the other and placed them into the ovens to roast. One of the portions, the cherried one, slid off the oven rack, down the stone wall, and landed on the cobblestone garden floor. I picked it up and took it back down to the cellar sink, which was deep as a laundry tub, and washed it. By this time my adopted mother, who might’ve been Elizabeth McGovern, all dressed in black, had regrettably called off dinner. She asked me if I had been drinking. I assured her that I had not. She asked if I had put spirits on the pork and why I had chosen it to prepare. I told her it was only cherries and that there was not enough of any other meat for the many families who had now gathered in the garden. They were all together in their small family groups, and each family had some sort of ancestral treasure with them like trunks, inlaid wooden cabinets, small velvet upholstered chairs, and large china dolls dressed in period Spanish gowns and caps. A game was afoot, a game that I should not have been playing, a cruel game of rumors. I was in the back of the garden when a man in his thirties, dressed in bronze galligaskins and hose, said that a woman was a whore and that she had brought down a man and ruined him. I could picture the woman that he was referring to, so I knew her. She had brown ringlets and wore a long gold and brown gown. I foolishly whispered his accusation to an older girl, and like the telephone game, the scandal started. There were whispers and accusations all around. There was a family in the middle of the garden that were called something like The Green Ladies. There were perhaps three of them, two girls and their grandmother. They had a big china doll with a pink silk skirt. One of the girls, in a red dress, who looked like a doll herself, was accused as the whore. I went to the family, siding with them, and cried. The grandmother asked if I knew Latin, and I assured her that I did. An older girl from another family ran up on us and stabbed the china doll with an enormous kitchen knife. The doll was ripped from the bottom. One of the families with older children had two big wooden gnomes with tall red caps as part of their family stash. A girl ran up and took the smaller gnome trying to destroy it. A blonde girl from the gnome family screamed, “I’ll kill you if you hurt that gnome!” Now she had made herself vulnerable to the crowd, so I repeated her threat drawing attention to myself. There was a ginger headed queer dressed to the hilt, in reds and gold, very glitzy, who was also defending The Green Ladies and stuffing his face with something. Meanwhile there was a commotion at the front of the garden involving my older teenage adopted brother with long dark hair who had drawn his sword in defense of his sweetheart. I was getting worried, looking for my adopted mother, wishing that I had kept my big mouth shut. I knew she’d be furious. I was regretting my honesty when a tall dark haired gentleman dressed in white approached me from the left of the back garden wall. He had an inlaid white cabinet, like a spice cupboard that was thin, two little drawers wide, but as tall as he. He begged me, saying he was not the scoundrel. I knew he wasn’t and assured him, “I do not know you, sir.” People were leaving or trying to at this point. Nobody was drinking, it was not allowed. I moved past a bunch of expertly made big wool stuffed animals, one, a gray and white kitten, was dressed in a little red suit like a child. A tiny white long haired dog scurried to a back room, and a girl said, “Surely, it can’t be a dog!” She meant the culprit. I was worried about the little thing. This crowd was out for blood. I was an outsider and sorry for my stupidity when two young girls began to argue. One, Laura Younkin, I knew from junior high. She wore a full gold silk skirt, and her hair was strung with ribbons and curled. The other girl had accused her, and she swore her innocence and accused me. She said, “Dana wants me removed as I do her!” I knew that Laura was not involved and told her that I’d not accuse a child. I was trying to be quiet and not give myself up when I woke up. It was a very detailed dream. I’ll try to use it in a saloon in DOC.
 

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Dublin Doll Show

  We heard about the Dublin Doll Show at The Letitia Penn Doll Club Christmas at The William Penn Inn. Ran into the lady from the club there. Yes, Countess Po' Ass would love to join their club, but The William Penn Inn is quite a haul. I got Penny, a big handmade prim, two autographed Creole Cats books, a beaded Indian chief, an antique baby bonnet, antique lace for my Jennie Wade dolls, and an antique doll recipe book for a grand total of thirty dollars. I got the adorable bromeliad from the Pearl S. Buck house for four dollars. We stopped at Peaceful Valley Park too. Then we had lunch at Country Place. It was a good time.