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Oh, chaos is running rampant. Christmas is now beginning to blow in the air and I am busy chasing Parsley around the house. She is pretty fast too as I am trying to catch her so I can dress her. In the meantime Hubby step in with his... ... Parsley is running the "boss" ragged - so this is that helpful Hubby filling in on this week's Brambles to talk about fishing (or is that wishing?) before the Christmas season starts (you know what I am talking about - where Halloween and Thanksgiving have not even happened yet but the stores are filling up with Christmas decorations). Anyhow, here at MisPlace Dolls I have found the best way for me to get new toys is to drop those little "helpful" hints. You know, like when the "boss" is creating something and then I hint something like 'oh, if I had a (fill in the blank) tool, I could do that for you'. The other day was no exception.
Sooo, being the dutiful minion, I cut a dowel rod into a short stick and scraped out the walnut shell with my meager set of tools and showed them to the "boss". "Well.... hmmm . It might work" was her reply. Which means it's okay but what if we did this... was the decision. Now here is where timing adds to the perfect happy ending to this story (also called baiting the line)! Somewhere in the conversation certain words might have been said... 'If I had a Dremel tool with the right attachments, this would be so much easier and would probably look better' (the hook!).
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Oh, I am sure that Parsley is wishing there was a fairy godmother to just wish her hairdo in with a wave of her wand. But for me the hair is my second favorite thing to play with during the doll making process. I know that I am a "wanna be" beautician and that my sons were so thrilled when I moved on to doing dolls' hair instead of theirs. So what to do about Parsley's hair?
I even found out that they have a mechanical device that stores thousands of books on it and it weighs less than a henway (What's a henway you ask? Once you catch one and if it doesn't peck you to get away - you will know when you pick it up - old joke I found in one of their books - I still don't get it)...
 I had to admit... they got me and I then just had to open some more to see what was inside.
Each book had something different and when you pressed a switch on the side, they would light up (wished I had some of those little lights in my cottage...).
This one really caught my eye. It took a minute to find the mouse (can you see it?). It helped when I turned the light on...  It was at this time the Outies here at MisPlace Dolls showed up and I decided it was time to go... as I was leaving, I realized that I had not opened the last book that I had taken out and it was still in my reading spot. I wonder what was in it? I guess I will just have to check soon in the PeddlersCache to see... maybe it will look good on my shelf in the cottage.
Anyhow, that is how I have spent the last two weekends (and probably a couple of more) redesigning the website. Many of the changes most won't notice, but with these changes, we can now offer new things on the website. What are some of them? Well... I am here to tell you.
For a limited time - those who signup will receive a welcome email that includes a link to a magical tale of the history of the Nytemares. We don't share these lists as we see you as a guest to the Realm - not someone to whom we want to bombard your email accounts. We don't like it when it happens to us, so why would we want to do it to our guests? Next, several of our characters in the Realms told us that we don't let them out much to see the 'Outies' (that is those people who don't live in the Realms - read more about Outies in the journal - when it is back on-line in the next couple of days that is...). So we gave them a job. You will see one of them before you leave the site today... so please don't forget to say hi.
As they continued on the trail, suddenly Cornelia realized that after all of these years of feuding, it was going to take a Dragon to get these two to talk to each other again? Chuckling with that thought, she decided that she better start talking before Efem asked her what she was snickering about. “This isn’t so bad,” she told Efem as they walked. “I mean, after all, you probably don’t even remember why you and Parsley are still squabbling.” “That is not so,” retorted Efem, but as she said these words, she realized that all the time they had been walking she had been trying to remember what started the feud in the first place. Her and Parsley were once the best of friends, the closest two could be without actually being sisters. They grew up next to each other and did almost everything together. “When did it change?” she thought. She stayed silent - thinking, while Cornelia continued talking about the things they must do to find the young Wish Dragon. Silent and only slightly listening she mused on what was it that had come between her and Parsley.
Suddenly she noticed it was quiet and that Cornelia had stopped talking. She was just standing there staring at her. “Okay Cornelia. I will be on my best behavior. I know that seeing Parsley is for the best and that we need her help.” As they continued their journey, Efem decided that actually now she was wanting to see Parsley again after all of these years. Smiling, she thought it might just be time to apply a little of "Cornelia's honey" to the situation and do a little healing herself. Maybe it was time to swallow a little pride and put the past behind her. After all, everything tastes better with a little honey applied to it. Cornelia only looked at her sister and worried about that smile. "Hmmm," she thought to herself and wondered why Efem was starting to glow?  |
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