Frankie & the Gourds 9/8

Working on It...

  I don't know how I got so backed up, but my beloved rugrats do demand 300%...  The seller ended my doll... Oh, hex. Mostly working in my Ebay shop, listing original art, like Dark Shadows...  Waiting for my latest Skelita. Might get the Bootique Hotel sooner than later. Also want a Vermont Teddy Bear ghost, missed him last year. Ron has gotten me three of those, and I love them all: Devil Bear, Vampire Bear, and Irish Bear. Doubt I'll have cloister dolls done for next week. Starve Acre, the novel, is even better than the film. Started that last night, (no sleeping), had to force myself to put it down. Want to finish that at the inn next week. I got a short of Frankie and the gourds. Working on it... Coffee is ready... TTYL... ✨

 

Update: Dolls, Ephrata, & the Rugrats

    I finally slept this morning for the first time in a couple of days. My stay at The 1777 Americana Inn in Ephrata near the cloister is finally booked. I have to make a couple of brother and sister doll prototypes for the cloister, working on it. Arthur and Frankie make it difficult for me to get anything done. Arthur has been sporting a man bun. I saw a dude yesterday with one. Arthur wears it better. TTYL... ✨

Sir Frankie Crisp is The Most Handsome

Raggedy Arthur's Balloons - 8/30

Catzilla Descends Upon Monster High - 8/27

Frankie Says*

   Doll collecting is hard work. ✨

Frankie Says*

   Buy that doll, witch, whatever the cost. I want the box. ✨

A Dream Within A Dream

   8/18

  This dream began with me meeting some new, rich, popular girlfriends. I don’t know how old I was, but I’d guess in my twenties. Get ready for a weird one! They had invited me to a gala dinner party. I was wearing a long form fitting gold sequin gown. Three boys picked me up in their car, an old two toned, gray and maroon, four door sedan. I sat in the back with BJ, my boyfriend from high school. I think another was Jared Butler, a boy I knew from Margaritaville. In the dream I knew the driver, Chris, but in waking, I think that he was a combination of Chris Birchin from grade school and Sean, a boy I used to work with at The Italian Oven. The other, a young black boy, was a stranger, even in the dream. The dinner was held in a high school, and it was packed with hundreds of people. For some reason I left the party before dinner and started roaming around the school yard. It was a city, but there was a nice old, powder blue house across the street, and I went in, uninvited. They had a baby elephant. I left the house and was back in the city with my friend, Tonya, who looked more like a Lil’ Bratz doll. I went back to the school and was walking through the halls. I felt sick. It seemed as if some time had passed. I went back to the party; I guess it was in the gym. Dinner was over. I ran into one of my new girlfriends, a platinum blonde. She wanted to know where I had been. I told her that I loved her, and was sorry. She thought that I must have been overwhelmed by the crowd. Then I was looking for any of the boys that I had come with, looking for a way home. It was dark, and I was far from home. I could not find any of them. I described them to another of my new girlfriends, but she did not know them and had not seen them. Tonya was missing. Her husband, who was not her husband, Greg, in real life, and was more like her brother Tom, was wearing a toga. A girl had a little piece of plastic, which she called a bagel, and thought it was a clue to Tonya’s whereabouts. I knew it was a Monster High iced purple donut that came along with Clawdeen, the werewolf. They found Tonya in the city thanks to the clue (Scooby Doo). We were all climbing up into something like a bus. It looked like a colorful plastic doll house. I was getting hoisted up next and was about to sit next to BJ when Tonya started freaking out saying that I could not sit next to him because he was the one who had abducted me from the party and tried to drown me. I calmed her down and assured her that he had done no such thing, I knew him, and that he would not hurt me. She seemed content. Then I realized that I must’ve fallen asleep, and it must’ve all been an elaborate dream. I told them about the elephant, and BJ agreed that I had to have been dreaming. I’ve heard of a play within a play, Hamlet, but a dream within a dream? Wee… 

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

Happy Birthday Ron

  Arthur and Frankie had their first birthday cream pie last night after midnight, we all did. It was sweet. I tried to catch Arthur's whipped cream mustache, but like most, he avoids the puparazzi. 

 

My Sweet Boys

 

Frankie Stuff

  I've been forgetting my dreams the last couple of nights because Frankie and Arthur have taken over my life. 
   

Frankie Wants a Tutu

Frankie & Petey

Tired Sir Frankie Crisp

Frankie is Kenough

  My Kenough Ken just came, and Frankie is already at him. I love this doll. He will for sure be featured in the finale of O, My Ra!. Working on it...

O, My Ra!

 

Thursday Morning

My Boys

  I've been so sick, my boys must know. The two of them slept until noon with me today, sandwiched between. They are such good brothers. They did take Ike's girlfriend, Nicki, last night. Ike has been in the den watching television. Vulcan, the samurai Betta, is doing great too. He's very active and loves his posh new home. I might suspect the cats, Rosey and Tat, killed Cupid if he had any wounds, but he didn't. Cupid was a bully, and those cats are huge mates. I'd pity the fool who picked on them. My last Himstedt, Lotus, the Egyptian, is coming today. I'm watching season three of Poldark. I will be starting my notes for IKE, my third musical satire, soon. TTYL... 

 

Poldark

  I had watched the seventies series when we had free Britbox, and I was hooked. Finishing up the first season from 2015. In a lot of ways it's better, more epic and sweeping. But, like all the old PBS, it lacks the on location charm of the original. All the acting is superb. I got the first book, Ross Poldark, from 1945 by Winston Graham. It's a darling little hardback, Ron wants me to read it to him. We better start soon because DOC is on the way, and I read Ron all of my books. While proof reading I read outloud a lot, so he hears some of it as I go. I'm one of those writers that reads over and over again, compulsively. DOC is by far my best work as far as writing goes. We've also The Complete Poodle from 1951 to get to that looks fabulous. I love dog books. Jack London was one of my favorite writers as a kid. I'd read all of his books and bawl. I don't read sad dog books anymore. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was a huge hit at the vet today. The vet said he was wonderful. The vet 💓 Sherlock Holmes and Poldark too. Both Arthur and Sir Frankie Crisp came along with their names. Countess Po' Ass just knighted them. TTYL... ✨
 

Dreams 7/19

   7/19

  Couple of long sweet dreams: the first starred a young Matthew Modine. I was even younger, junior high; Matthew was in high school. We were hiding out in different peoples’ houses. I would change and hide, then we’d move. It was odd, but not bad. 

  Frankie woke everybody up at 3:30, too early, so I snuggled between him and Arthur for the next four hours and had wonderful Christmas dreams. It began with Mummy and Daddy. I had bought some gifts from a shop, and they were delivered the next day in a big green shopping bag: a large crochet snowman and lots of wooden Christmas characters like nutcrackers and uniformed mice. Then Daddy and I walked the dog out back. There were piles of autumn leaves everywhere and a creek. He had a couple of poodle ornaments that I had made. He was picking at one, and I told him not to ruin the finish. I showed him a little toad that I had made out of puff balls hiding at the base of a tree. Then I was shopping with my work mates. It was really busy, I was checking out. I had bought three different little Christmas plants, Trump flags, and other things, all loaded into a brown shopping bag. The clerk, a friend, nearly forgot the Trump flags. Murphy, a friend from Denny’s, was there, putting things away into a cupboard. We were talking about old concerts we had been to. I told him that I had seen Motley Crue as a kid, and Wham! before George Michael had killed a girl. As I was leaving I was talking to the stock lady from the little market where I shop. She was showing me some basil buns in a plastic bag on a top shelf. I told her that I had them and liked them a lot.

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two