Plastic

Last night I had trouble sleeping. My mind kept racing like Speed Racer... all about everything. Finally, I thought about how before you know it, you're long gone dead. I thought about how even after I would be long gone dead, my plastic stitch markers, plastic earrings and my plastic Blythe doll would still be around. That's why plastic stuff is so cool. Thinking about how cool plastic is made me happy and before long, I finally drifted off to sleep.

Do You Realize?

I just realized that two of the three dolls that were pictured in the previous post (and above) don't really belong to me. Edna and the Tippi Hedren Barbie are actually my husband's dolls. They were Christmas gifts from me. Duh...! I guess I love them as if they were my own.

Should I Admit...?

The older I get the more I like dolls. Especially the ones that might tend to scare children. Anyone have a Talking Tina from the Twilight Zone? Are you even alive to say you own one?

Less (on the pile) Is More!

Reducing the pile of unfinished projects means there are more on the finished pile. Here is the "cupcake set" for our neighbor Maddie who moved and an "orange hat" for Bonnie B.C. I plan to make more hats for preemie babies at Johns Hopkins and at a hospital here in KC. I hope to make lemon, lime and orange hats.

Pile of Parts

Perhaps this pile of project parts is why I feel so scattered. Everything is only partly ... partly sewn up, partly knitted, partly stuffed, partly embroidered. My plants are only partly potted. The laundry, partly folded. The house is fully filthy... hey wait! That's one thing to feel complete about! Yippppeeee!!!

The Best Thing About Bonnie B.C.

The best thing about Bonnie is she doesn't get embarrassed when all the neighbors stare while I take her picture out on the front porch steps.

Thanks to Netty

I have not met Netty in person, but I have met her on Ravelry, the knitting community of the universe. I must admit it was Netty's Blythe that I started stalking... and before I knew it, had fallen in love with a plastic dolly. Thanks to Netty and her fabulous knitting, I now have my very own Blythe named Bonnie B.C. (B.efore she met C.lyde). Netty has no idea what a hero she is.