Thursday, December 29, 2011

She's A TRAITOR! Off With Her Head!

It was the Monday after Christmas and hubby and I had gone out to buy Christmas paper and ribbons at 50% off as we were running out and would need some next year. We figured - why pay full price next year when we could buy them at 50% off after the holidays? So, we decided to go out for breakfast and then hit the stores.

We were gone about two hours and were having a wonderful time. Unbeknownst to us and while we were gone it seems there was a rally which turned into a near riot going on outside our house. Something had gotten the "dollies" all riled up.

We knew there was a problem the closer and closer we got to the house. There was loud chanting going on. Almost as if someone were using a megaphone. Both hubby and I looked at each other at the same time and said, "When did the "dollies" get a megaphone?" And what were they saying?

As we turned into the driveway we heard loud voices all in unison chanting: "She's A TRAITOR!"

"She's A TRAITOR!"

"She's A TRAITOR!"

Hubby and I just looked at each other wondering what was going on.

Then we heard, "She betrayed us!"

"She's deceived us all these years!"

"She's a hypocrite!"

"She's a scamp!"

"And, look at that dog. Who does he think he is?"

With that last remark I knew what was going on. The "dollies" had discovered Molly and Coconut, the American Girl doll and dog that hubby had given me for Christmas. And, they were not happy about it. Not happy at all.

Then I heard, "How dare she bring a manufactured doll into this house. This is a house of handmades - albeit all handmade by Linda. There is no place here for an American Girl doll. No matter how popular they may be."

"We cannot allow this. SHE CANNOT LIVE HERE. Linda will just have to find another place for her to live."

The "dollies" were all out on the lawn - like some sort of rally. There were thousands of them. Chanting and sputtering under their breath. Prancing and shaking their heads. Hands were balled up in fists and they were shouting, "Off with her head!" "Off with her head!" YIKES!!!!

As we got nearer to the garage we noticed there was a podium and someone was standing at it with a megaphone. It was Doris Marie - my savior. Surely Doris Marie wasn't saying "Off With Her Head!"

I couldn't help but wonder. Whose head were they talking about. Mine or Molly's!!!!

Hopefully not mine. But, I didn't want them to lop off Molly's either. She was just too damn cute!

Then we heard Doris say, "Now, now, settle down everyone. You know Linda loves dolls - all sorts of dolls. And, to be fair, she does have other dolls that she did not create. She's not only a doll maker, but a doll collector. So, of course she's going to get other dolls. Isn't she?"

It was Doris Marie talking.  Thank goodness. She continued, "She just got this doll on Sunday and hasn't had a chance to talk to us yet - let alone introduce her new doll to us. Let's give her a chance to explain. Shall we?"

"Come on now," Doris said. "She always gives us a chance to explain.  We should do the same - shouldn't we?"

The "dollies" all trusted Doris Marie and usually agreed to what she was saying. This time was no different. They all settled down and started back to "The Dollie Storage Room." As they did we heard a little grumbling, as follows:


"Alright! If we have to - but, I still don't like it!"

"She can explain - but it better be good!"


"Gee-wiz. Okay!"

"Alright, Doris Marie, but it better be a good one."

With that last remark I knew I had some pretty BIG explaining to do as to why hubby had bought me an American Girl doll and doggie companion for Christmas.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Shadows On The Wall

As we were unloading the groceries from the car I noticed a strange shadow moving across the dining room wall.


Should I be afraid?

Was it a burglar?

Were we being robbed?

In the middle of the day?

So, of course, I asked hubby to check it out.

Well, he came back and reported that he hadn't seen anything.

I, of course, thought that was strange.

I knew I had seen a shadow moving across the wall.

And, then, there it was AGAIN!

Slowly moving across the dining room wall.

What the.........???

There was something there.

Just look at those shadows.

Claw like, bat like.... MONSTER LIKE! And, getting bigger!

Definitely  kind of eerie if not downright FRIGHTENING!

So, of course, I ran behind hubby and said, "There is something there.  Go look!"

As to be expected he came back and said, "There's NOTHING there!"

Now I know I'm not bats, even if the shadows look like bats or claws or even MONSTERS!

I knew I wasn't losing my mind!

So, I begged hubby to take a look AGAIN.

And, then something very, very strange happened.

Hubby, started humming .....ta da da dum,  .....ta da da dum

and, started tip toeing into the dining room in a very CREEPY manner.

If I was losing my mind seeing shadows on the wall, well - he had definitely lost his......ta da da dum,.....ta da da dum

Then I heard it.

The music was the same as "The Addams Family" but, the words were a little different.

Yet, I couldn't quite make them out from where I was standing.

I had to get closer.

So, I started towards the dining room.

Then, all of a sudden I found myself tip toeing into the dining room, too.

.....ta da da dum, .....ta da da dum

And, then I saw the shadows, quickly followed by a shape.

It was greenish...... ICK!!!!

Yet, it was a familiar shape.

I knew I had seen it before.

It was dark in the dining room so the images were kind of blurry at first, but I knew I had seen them before.

Then it hit me .....ta da da dum, .....ta da da dum

.....ta da da dum, .....ta da da dum

I should have know it. This was September 1st after all and the start of the "dollies" favorite season - Fall, Halloween, and Thanksgiving.

When the room brightened enough so that I could see I was surrounded by witches, scarecrows, ghosts, goblins, Frankensteins and mummies all CREEPING and tip toeing around.

Everywhere I looked there was a "dollie."

They were having a really, really good time.  Singing.........

.....ta da da dum, .....ta da da dum

They're creepy and they're kooky, Mysterious and spooky,

They're all together ooky, The DOLLIE Family.

Their house is a museum Where people come to see 'em




They really are a scream--The DOLLIE Family.

So get a witches shawl on

A broomstick you can crawl on

We're gonna pay a call on The DOLLIE Family.

.....ta da da dum, .....ta da da dum

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

It's Almost St. Patrick's Day - Time For A Story!

It's almost time for St. Patrick's Day and "I'm So Lucky Johnny Boy!" thought you might enjoy a story. Of course, it's a story that's been told many times. But, he's got such a huge ego that he never tires of his story and thought you wouldn;t either.

So, sit back and be amused. "I'm So Lucky Johnny Boy" certainly was.

Here's the story:

I was sitting at my computer the other night working when I suddenly heard a sound that was muffled at first and then grew louder and louder. I couldn't make it out at first. I thought it sounded like laughter. Then it sounded like foots stomping. Then it sounded like a herd of wild buffalo at my door! "What is that", I wondered?

I had to get up and investigate which if you know me then you know that when I'm working I don't like to be disturbed. It's hard enough living in a household with 1,796 dolls. All I ask is that when I'm working that I be allowed to work in peace. Is that too much to ask?

Yeah! Dream on, Linda! You think the "Dollies" care that you're working. That’s highly unlikely.

"Well, they will when I get through with them", I said out loud. Of course there was no one there but me to hear that outburst. I know, I'm really brave when I'm talking to myself. It's another story when I'm surrounded by 1,796 dolls.

So, I got up to investigate. Of course, the sound was coming from "The Dollie Storage Room." I should have known. By the time I got over there the stomping was so intense that the floor was shaking. Good grief! The whole house was shaking.

"They're going to ruin the foundation", I exclaimed. "My husband won't like that one bit." He'll say, "We don't have the structural support to handle all that stomping." I had to put a stop to it right away. I didn't want to give my husband yet another reason to get rid of all the "dollies."

It became apparent to me the closer I got to "The Dollie Storage Room" that there was also "Irish" music playing. "Who's playing Irish music", I wondered? Then it hit me. There could only be one culprit. I had only made one of them - two would be more than I could handle. It had to be him.

It had to be "I’m So Lucky Johnny Boy!" - The leprechaun I had made based upon a Sparkles N Spirit Design.

It's bad enough that my husband's grandparents came over on the boat from Ireland and he has a twinkle in his eye and can be every bit as mischievous as a leprechaun. I didn't need a bunch of leprechaun dolls, too. So, I only made one.

Well, given all the racket it was obvious that even one leprechaun in a household could be one too many.

I knew when I finished him that "I'm So Lucky Johnny Boy" could be a charmer. He was every bit as devilish in nature as any leprechaun could be? The twinkle in his eyes could charm the socks off of you? All he had to do was look at you with his rosy cheeks and that twinkle in his eye and you were his volunteering to be his "slave" forever.

He was cunning! He was mischievous! He was resourceful! He could lure "dollies' from far and wide with his promise of "a pot of gold." And, the "Dollies" all loved him. I had to admit that despite all that he was a right fine cobbler by trade. And, if there's one thing I like besides dolls, floral arrangements, and genealogy - its shoes!

So, what had "I'm So Lucky Johnny Boy" done to get the "dollies" all riled up?

I had my hand on the knob to the door of "The Dollie Storage Room" when I heard a loud burst of clapping. "Clapping?" "Who was clapping and what were they clapping for?"

I wasn't prepared for what I saw as I slowly opened the door to "The Dollie Storage Room". "I'm So Lucky Johnny Boy" was sitting on the sidelines clapping at something that was going on in the center of a large circle of dolls. They were all having a "foot-stomping" time with whoever was in the middle of the circle.

I knew I had only made one leprechaun and he was on the sidelines. "Who was causing the dollies to get all riled up if not my leprechaun?" So, I approached the circle and the dollies parted like the parting of the red sea. I couldn't believe my eyes.

In the middle of the circle of "Dollies" was my dear husband dancing a jig. An Irish jig. "What are you doing", I asked him? "Are you out of your mind?"

As he turned to face me he gave me one of his devilish grins. The twinkle in his green eyes was every bit as beguiling as "I'm So Lucky Johnny Boy."

"Why, hello dear", he said. "Won't you come join us?"

"What are you doing, darling", I asked, again?

"Why, I'm doing an Irish jig, of course", he replied. "Come join Me."

"Why are you doing an Irish jig", I responded?

"For the pot of gold, of course", he responded.

I just knew it. "I'm So Lucky Johnny Boy" had somehow lured my husband with the promise of "a pot of gold." I don't know how he did it, but I was determined to find out. As I turned around to confront "I'm So Lucky Johnny Boy" he just vanished.

He'd once again fooled us and then disappeared. I wasn't worried - I knew he'd be back. After all, who can resist 1,796 other "dollies" who just love you and love you and love you some more. Even the most mischievous leprechaun can’t. Why even his pot of gold can't buy love like that.

I closed the door and went back to work.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

If They Think I Won't Find Out Who Wrote The Note.......

Yesterday I found the following note on my computer chair. Of course, I was not amused. I might agree with it, but I'm not amused! If the "dollies" think I won't find out who write the note - well, I will...... There's always one "dollie" tattling on another. Just like children!

Here's the story I posted on my Linda's Blog:

Finally, A Story For Three Very Special Primitives!

You know that you're in trouble with the "dollies" when you find a note on your computer chair. It simply said, "You need to do something to resolve this situation. It has gone on way too long."


What does that mean?

What could they be talking about?

As I had no idea what the "dollies" were talking about and who had left the note I decided to just do what I always do with the "dollies" notes and ignore this.

Well, several days later I received another note. This time it said, "You cannot ignore this like all the other things you have ignored! They need a story! They've gone 7 years without one!"


A clue.

Which "dollies" had gone seven years without a story?


Many, actually, as most of the dolls that I created back in 2004 didn't have stories to accompany their patterns or handmade dolls. So, knowing that narrowed the field considerably. However, that could still mean 23 different dolls.

However, 20 of those dolls were Victorian "Ladies" and I knew they would never in a million years complain or send me a note. They were "ladies" after all and had manners.

So, it had to be my original 3 "raggedies." They were the only ones without stories out of all the rest of the dolls I had created.

Now I knew who it was. I knew for sure that neither of these three dolls had written the note themselves. They were just too timid. It had to have been written by someone else.

Exactly who, I don't know as of yet - but, I will find out. My "dollie spies" will tell me. That's for sure.

So, I'll wait to find out who wrote the note. However, despite the fact that I was annoyed that I had received a note I did have to agree with it that it was about time. Seven years is a long time to go especially if you're having seven years of bad luck. I hope by relaying their stories now that I'm not going to jinx things.

We'll find out in time - I'm sure.

In any event, I knew who the three "dollies" were. And, despite what all the "dollie" thought these three did have stories. I just hadn't conveyed them as of yet.

I guess now is as good a time as any.

Stay tuned for their stories.....