Celebrate

   No better way to celebrate the world's big win than at your favorite Hexican joint in a new dress. The clowns and morons might drown in their own stupid tears for all I care! Gloat, Gloat, Gloat! 🤣🤣🤣

Dreams 9/25

 Sleep, it used to be every other day twice as much, the same went for dreams. Seems with Fall came every three days thrice as much. First, I dreamed I worked in a lab where a little Dachshund was born without any limbs. There was also the leg, just the calf and foot dressed in men's trousers, or is it trouser, a sock, and a leather forties style shoe that had been shined. Both were moving their way across the floor. My heart went out to the dog, the leg not so much. 

  Then I was living with Mummy and Daddy in a spacious apartment with a high ceiling surrounded by windows. It seemed to be on the right hand side of the building like my old room. It felt like an old building in an old town. The walls were white. A delivery came that seemed like a ton of mail. First, there were my poetry books that I had self published. There were two portfolio sized paperback books wrapped in red and green tissue paper. Unwrapping the green one led to another small book also wrapped in tissue. At first I thought it was a darling miniature version of my poetry, glossy, illustrated with winter scenes: pale blue, snowflakes, birds like chickadees and cardinals, holly, and firs. But upon closer examination it folded out three times with a little notepad and calendar. I unwrapped the bigger book which contained my poetry in a small type font along with the same winter scenes and birds. I showed Mummy. She wanted them and took them. She and Daddy were lying in bed in the left hand corner of the room. It was a very big posh bed with lots of pillows and all the fixings. Now I opened the other delivery which was a big wooden chest, a casket, which was big enough to be my coffin. It was filled with expensive clothes and jewelry. The clothes were mostly gray and purple. I put a little gold ring over a diamond on my right hand ring finger. It was a simple gold ring but twisted as if it was a vine. Afterwards I realized that the three diamonds I wore on my fat index finger were changed. The first of the three diamonds had turned plastic. I took the little gold ring off checking the diamond I wore under it. It was fine. I took the three diamond ring off and tucked it in a pigeon hole in the casket. I chose a gray faux suede pant set to put on. It was very soft and a perfect fit: boot length trousers, a vest, jacket, and tam style hat. I felt pretty good and went off to school. I went to a prestigious private school in a city. I had an open studio apartment surrounded by large bay windows and two female roommates. We all had received the casket gifts and were showing each other and talking about all of the contents. My boyfriend joined us. I would say we were teenagers, twenty at the oldest. I noticed I had grown at least eight inches and towered over my boyfriend with his sandy haired buzz cut that now only reached my chin. I was thinking it must be the suit that still fit perfectly. I became very suspicious of the casket and its contents and told my roomies. It was as if the devil himself had sent them. I was concerned that the items were poisoned including the clothes on my back. I was worried about Mummy and Daddy. I'm going to use this dream in Fanging with Claude. Like my dolls I try to put my dreams to work. Ron says I work hard sleeping. Yes, I do. 

Dreams 9/18

   Might only stitch together the tail end of this dream; too bad I can't remember the exciting beginnings. Tim Gunn was standing on a balcony of a high rise saying, "Make it work!" 

Dreams 9/16

 Finally was able to catch a bit of sleep only to be embroiled in an epic nightmare. I was working at The Pittsburgh Job Corps but as is often the case with dreams it was something else entirely. I was in my thirties. Donald Trump was in charge. An important family was coming to visit from Russia with their three children, two teenagers and a little boy. Donald had assigned me to watch over them as their goodwill ambassador, and I was over the moon, and felt honored. I went shopping for clothes to meet and greet them in and decided on a little white tee shirt with an impressionist print of a Russian scene with trees in yellow and pale blue that resembled a Matisse to wear beneath a dark brown beautifully cut jacket and a black skirt. 

  In the meantime the family had arrived and were setting into their bright city apartment where they were supposed to be staying for sometime. It had a lot of windows and was haunted. I did not know what haunted the place, only that the family was not the first victims. The specter had taken out the balding father in his navy blue suit, the mother, with her short curly dark blonde hair, and the two teens, a girl and a boy. I did not witness the deaths, only a trail of blood, and another sort of spirit, something else entirely, like a faery or a doll, hiding the little boy dressed in blue fuzzy pajamas, clutching a toy, in a bottom kitchen cabinet from the murderous ghost. 

  But in the dream I was separate and had no idea this had occurred. I was still excited and preparing for their arrival, to show them around. Donald thought I looked smart in my fun new clothes. I still had some running around to do and was driving The Betsy, the '71 Monte Carlo I grew up with. I was in downtown Pittsburgh. It was a dark and dreadful day. A howling winter storm had set in. When I came back from my shopping Betsy was gone, and I wondered if I had parked her in a fire lane. She was parked against the curb in a sort of round-about of wild Pittsburgh traffic. My rational mind told me there was no time for this, and I lucidly blinked her back like Jeannie and continued with my errands. The second time I came back I found her parked on the other side of the road. I drove back to the Job Corps that wasn't. It looked more like an airport, someplace hopping. 

  I changed my clothes and put my new clothes into a tall iron receptacle, something like a mailbox or trashcan in the main office. Another girl was with me and did the same. It was a kind of storage unit which seemed impossible as the clothing was packed into a crumpled heap. I had changed into my red chiffon gown. Donald thought I looked very nice. When I came back for my new clothes, however, they were gone from the receptacle along with the other girl's. Donald and a dark haired woman in a blue suit with a white shirt and red tie, (they were dressed the same, like Obama's Scooby Doo blue suit), who I presumed was his wife, were seated behind a plate of glass like air traffic controllers. I told them about my missing clothes, and the woman was very short and wrote me off quickly with such disregard that I just walked away feeling helpless. I knew better than to try to argue with her. I was just going to have to meet them in my gown. I didn't want to but had no choice. I waited. Then, Donald said that they weren't coming, something terrible had happened. 

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Now you can have Greta Schultz, since she left Monster High and ran off with Yoda: 

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Also included in this six doll collection are Monster High's Clawdeen Wolf, Twyla, and Wingrid. Briar Beauty is from Ever After High. Zooey Electra is from Rainbow High. All are in very good condition. Most wear handmade one-of-a-kind fashions made by me. 

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Dreams 6/29

 Funny dream, I was shopping with my best witch and her mother, although as is often the case with dreams, it wasn't really her mother. The "woman" was more like something out of Planet of the Apes, so we'll call her Lucy, as she looked like the missing link. She was small and robustly built with broad shoulders. She was white with beady little dark eyes and a broad African nose. She had wooly, kinky, blue hair. We were in a dressing room, and she was trying on what looked like a white satin wedding dress. We were commenting on it. 

Donatella's Fashion Show featuring Stevie Nicks

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Stevie Nicks in Red Hot

 Donatella's collection is finally complete, and Stevie is rocking Red Hot. Stay tuned for the fashion show at Marie's Chateau and your chance to grab the entire collection and Stevie for yourself. 

Dawn in Vintage Goddess

Donatella's final piece is a real show stopper, Dawn wears Vintage Goddess. Stay tuned for a special doll to complete the collection, the fashion show at Marie's Chateau, and to be the one to score them all. 
 

Britt wears Rhapsody

 

Dreams 1/6

 Had a couple of dreams come with the snow. First, a short one: I was sitting at my laptop, here, watching a trippy animation. My friend, Carl, provided the vocalization. It was a bit raspy and dark, and the animated landscape moved across the screen with his voice, quite psychedelic. 

Next, I was at the mall where I met a chubby young ginger girl dressed for winter. She was wearing glasses, a big silver and wool hat, a matching metallic puffy coat, and boots. She asked if I'd have pancakes with her. Told her I wasn't the breakfast sort, maybe just toast and coffee, but went along. The restaraunt was spacious and crowded. We sat at a booth, and she crammed in, across from me, looking rather uncomfortable. The woman behind her started talking to us about the south for some reason, notably Savannah,and snakes. Then a big jovial black man sat down next to me. Don't remember how it came up, but I mentioned The Kid Smeller we all suffered, he laughed. He said he liked the ginger girl's kitty boots. They looked like Hello Kitty in space: tall, silver, puffy, with a white cat face in front and a fluffy wool lining exposed at the top. I said she should go on some television game show with those and compete with another girl.  

I woke wondering why we're called election deniers, but the commies aren't called election riggers. 

Kevin in Wild Man

 Kevin has never looked hotter in Wild Man, but at this point Donatella will be lucky to have her collection ready for Valentines... 

Dawn Doll Clone

 I've got a Glori clone who I prefer to the Dawn dolls as she has a supple easy to dress body with nice legs, no green split knees. All clones are not the same. I saw one at the doll show who had a cheap hollow body like the dollar store Barbie knock-offs. I'd been looking for another like my Glori for some time. I got this one today from Canada, and she's gorgeous with a pale waxy face, long perfect lashes and glossy dark hair. She's not dark eyed Angie, but a blue eyed Dawn. I'm calling her Julie because I got a Christmas card from one of my English girlfriends today too, and this precious little sweater was stuffed inside. I'm going to have to paint another Pippa painting for her now. She has Pippa and Marie, maybe Penny, we'll see. Looks like Donatella's collection will not be ready for New Years afterall, but she's working on it...

Penny is Warm & Fuzzy

 Donatella is scrambling to catch-up with Penny Brown in Warm & Fuzzy. She's hoping her Yuletide collection will be ready for the new year. She'll be working with Kevin, next on Wild Man. Stay tuned... I just scored a Canadian collection with a dark haired Dawn clone like my Glori I so enjoy. That set comes along with some clone and handmade clothes besides a Rock Flower that I will be customizing to sell along with the latest collection. Happy Holidays! 

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Rosemary in Yule Love It

Donatella is working away at her Yuletide Collection, and Rosemary has never looked so festive in Yule Love It. Think we're going to watch Sherazade on the free Marquee TV, (Coppelia wasn't that good), with some Italian white wine, (losing weight cutting back the red wine and cider), and get started on the next piece: Warm & Fuzzy... Stay tuned for Donatella's holiday fashion show at the chateau. 

Marie's Chateau

Just picked up a new Lagoona. I am not fond of this new piranha Lagoona. I liked the Aussie. But, I'd gotten a Cleo Skulltimate Secrets locker, who I call Fatra, and am very impressed. I liked the new Lagoona Fearidescent locker, so am really looking forward to a new season of O, My Ra! I've lots of new players besides chompy Lagoona and Fatra like: Elvira, Mistress Dark, teaching Cinematagraphy, Anna Nubis, Sketi Yeti, and Heath Burns.  

O, My Ra!

Yes, We're Not Proud got cancelled, but O, Hex! and Doll Pot had also gotten cancelled too: you never really know. 

I've no idea what is up with the funky text with this post. I give up. 

Svetlana Zakharova and David Hallberg. "Sleeping beauty". Act 1. The Bol...

I was excited to find free Marquee TV this week. I've read and seen most of Shakespeare's plays but found a few that have escaped me. I decided to start with Troilus and Cressida. Didn't have a big problem with a female Odysseus since boys played female roles in Shakespeare's time, but the fact that she was African not Greek or even attempting Greekness put me off. So, tried Cymbeline next. Shut that straight off with the African prince of England. Alright, then, I used to take my students to the ballet since I knew a principal dancer and worked with the director's wife, I got free tickets. I don't think I've ever seen Sleeping Beauty but love the music. Maleficent was a big man, but that's okay, she's a bad faery. It was very good. The women were beautiful, and that dancer in periwinkle with the feathered cap was hot. I'm working with Donatella again for her Yuletide Fashion collection, so decided to try King John. I was joking with a friend that I bet he was black and gay, but he's a woman. I can't hack this woke ass shit. I might go back to making paper flowers with the flaming Alton on the free Craftsy, then. Might as well. And, if that isn't woke enough for you, I've got a gripe about the Next Door app that I got suckered into, too. First post I commented on, I deleted my account. Here's why: a woman had posted that her package had been misdelivered. My response was something like this: The Pony Hexpress misdelivers and steals my packages regularly, this is why I use UPS. I was LIVID with them about five Christmases ago. They were also in on rigging the election; now we all must suffer The Kid Smeller. Right away a window popped up saying kindness matters and that my post looked suspicious. Would I care to edit or rephrase it? No, I would not and deleted that shit. Another thing, same bad fat people with big hair artist that fakebook used to push CONVID. I suspect Next Door to be fakebook infiltrating the neighborhoods. Well, I'm not letting them in my head. I think most of my neighbors are illegal. 

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Loreena McKennitt

Going to see Loreena for the fourth time. She's got a fangtastic band, the violinist is to die for. Had to take a selfie as this place has soo many commie rules, (no cameras), surprised I don't have to be vaxxed. Getting fucked up before I get there as they're gonna' strip search me. Anyways, got this handmade vintage seventies set on regretsy years ago. It's clawsome. Fatty McFat has Got To lose some weight as I had to put the skirt on over my head, no way it was making it past my HIPS, and I had to adjust the vest one TIT at a time. O, my ghoul...
 

Jeannie in Harem Scare 'Em

 Jeannie looks alive in Donatella's latest creation, Harem Scare 'Em. This is the second in her Donatella Does Yuletide collection expected by the new year. 

Dreams 10/14

 Dreamt that I had stopped in to visit with my brother, but I told him I couldn't stay long. He had a huge glass display case like you'd see in a fancy gift shop. It was locked but full of Dawn dolls, some of which I'd sold, others that I've never had: Connie majorette, another majorette, Kip, the Buttercups & Moonbeams gown, some purple plastic boots and lots more.