From The Mallen Lot

   I try to make the best of things. Best thing about being without electricity due to the WIND the past couple of days is I quit drinking as it was turning me into Mummy. Second best thing is that I finished Catherine Cookson's Mallen series. It was so good. I've got a lot of quotes to share from The Mallen Lot. Catherine did not drink as her mother was an alcoholic. Funny that I'm finishing The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte' and Brooke Shields's There Was a Little Girl too as they are both about alcoholics. 

"Ruthie had a saying that God was good and the devil wasn't bad to his own. Well the devil she knew and the devil he knew must be running two different establishments because the gentleman over there had been less than kind" 

"How was it that no mistress, and not even the prospect of a wife, a beloved wife, could fill the void in a man who had craved mother love all his life?'

"The world had been created by a madman; God was a madman; no reasonable thing or power would create torture for no purpose. The experiences of the past months, the chaos in which the world was drowning was not, to his mind, the result of either a country's greed, or the ambition of nations; politicians of their own volition could not, he reasoned now, create such havoc, for the human mind could and would think, dissect, reason and then act in the end to preserve its own survival. No, there was a malevolent power, a mad God playing with the universe, and he was so powerful, so indiscriminate he directed his attention equally to families as to nations; he inflicted special torture..." 

"And from then, daily, without let up, she had prayed that something would happen to that sperm of hell, because that's all she was, that's all she had ever been, she had come from a hell raiser, and a line of hell raisers, and she had been a she-devil ever since."

"no one actually pitied Lawrence, for you couuldn't pity someone, no matter how mentally crippled, who continually emanated happiness; in fact the wise among them envied him his state." 

"Love is a terrible thing, Dan. No one should ever say that love is beautiful, it's a crucifixion."

"There was something building up inside her that was frightening her. It had been growing with the years, but since Christmas it had become like a great live thing gnawing at the inside of both her body and mind, and she was afraid of it, afraid that something would happen to cause it to break out."

"Well, he's dead, and as I see it there's nothing so dead as death; it's final, it's finished. And I'm as much against those who spend the rest of their lives weeping over the dead as I'm against those who make saints out of sinners once they are dead." 

"She was born to create trouble; as sure as the sparks fly upwards. Some people are made like that. Barbara was poison to everyone she touched." 

  I also have two more musical satires like Fanging with Claude in mind: DOC (Doc Holliday) and IKE (Eisenhower). I might've found my niche. Both will likely begin with cover portraits, we'll see... TTYL... ✨

Violet: Brooke Shields, Pretty Baby

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Dreams 12/30

 Dreamt I was having dinner with my parents in a wharf type of restaraunt surrounded by big windows. I went into the restroom, into a stall, to smoke some pot, and for some reason was lining the floor with paper when one of the waiters, a bald Englishman, had a little porcelain Beatrix Potter character: Johnny Townmouse. He asked if I knew who he was and I said, "Johnny Townmouse." He said, "What does he say when I rub his belly?" I didn't know. "Ten shillings", he answered while rubbing his own tight white vest. Just then a younger man barged in. He seemed to be blackmailing me over something, wanting to go into business with me. I told him my dad and brother were outside, that my cousin was a cop, and the other was a lawyer. Then, I was whisked away by a young woman with curly blonde hair in a convertible. She was involved with my ex, I believe. We got to the estate where I was to be married, and my best friend, Theresa, was there. Now, I was rummaging through the cluttered basement, full of boxes and dust, with the blonde, I think, and my ex, who doesn't really exist as far as I know: a big balding guy with brown hair. I had found my Brooke Shields doll that I was looking for, and the big guy told me to haul up the lantern, which was a big silver thing that I knew flashed a pink light. It looked like a lighthouse light. It was two feet high and heavy, but I managed to drag it up the wooden stairs. Now, I had to get ready for my wedding. The tub had no curtain, so I had to attempt to fasten my curtain, here, with ferns, but it kept coming down, and I had to try to improvise. Theresa was crying, upset about the blonde woman. I told her not to worry about her that she was alright. Something was up with my dress, it was missing. Mummy was saying I could wear my prom dress and hoped it still fit. I was thinking, not. The blackmailer was back to hounding me, and I dressed in a long white cotton strapless nightgown like something out of Shakespeare, a crochet skull cap, and had a peacock scarf, that Mummy had gotten for me, over my shoulders. I had my satin wedding shoes on that I'd dressed with peacock feathers, I'd clipped on. Now, I was about to have to marry the black mailer when some sort of switch occured, and I was marrying the big guy instead.  

Furry Vengeance

Lancaster Doll Show

Fun as usual at The Lancaster Doll Show, although I didn't have a dime, I was one of the first door prize winners and chose this fabulous family of vintage gypsies that You can believe will be showing up to hound the cast of O, My Ra! The little Romanian girl, Nadja, on the far right, was not part of my prize. Suzie Blue Witch got her for me from the peasant's market at the foot of Castle Dracula, but looks like her mother, Magda, has found her. Penelope, the Greek, is my favorite, and is very heavy as if her trunk and legs are made of clay or something equally as heavy. The little Italian, Iverna, is from Florence. How lucky am I? I'll tell You. At Easter I'd scored a Little Red Riding Hood from around here, but although I'd spent hours scanning the internet, I could not find her match, a Frank Wright felt one came closest, as if she was a copy. Well, they had the same doll, there, in the exact same costume, same fabric, same body, same glass eyes, only a slender porcelain head, where mine is composition, I'd guess, and she is not only French but a SFBJ. I just knew that doll was special and old.  They also had some teensy Kestners like Dainty Bet's son, Willy, there, only not near as nice, and wanted four times what I scored him for. My Brooke Shields and Fred Astaire dolls were also there. I love those, especially my Fred, World Doll, from the eighties. Then, we saw loads of darling Canadian gosling. As many times as I've seen Canadian geese, I can't ever remember seeing so many wild gosling, and I'd adopted an orphaned Goosey Lucy as a girl, but Goosey was a lot bigger than these yellow babies. Good times! 
 

Lancaster Doll Show

Doll Land Welcome

Brooke's cousin, Dirty Water, has just come to Doll Land. I suppose I'm long past due for some Brooke Shields paper dolls, too... I got a subscription to Antique Doll Collector for my birthday as well as Florence Theriault's Dolls, A Moveable Feast, on the way: all pretty inspiring. Just discovered there is a Brooke Shields Prom doll, too. She looks as if she is another completely different sculpt, too. I know her hair and paint are different. I would say Sun Tanned Brooke's hair is better: shinier. Do not brush Brooke's hair. My childhood one has a fro thanks to that. Also, and I don't know if this is the case with Sun Tan or not, but I won't risk it, Brooke has bad legs, so do not bend them. The original Brooke is my third, as my childhood one, and then another I picked up at a flea market in high school, dressed in blue, both have broken legs that won't hold glue. I won't even change my latest Brooke's clothes, although Sun Tan came in a nice yellow and white swimsuit that I carefully removed. I was lucky enough to get both of these ladies never removed from box. They came to me, so maybe Prom might, some day, too. Guess we'll call her River Manhattan. Dirty also comes with sunglasses and a beach bag. I think they're beautiful and both look like Brooke. 

The Boy Who Cried Werewolf

The Boy Who Cried Werewolf

I love this film.