tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42208325375240873492024-02-06T23:14:12.628-07:00Sasha Doll MusingsContemplations, reflections, and ruminations of a real live Sasha DollMontarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14035290211768092746noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-68081381538502761992013-02-13T20:44:00.001-07:002013-02-13T20:44:54.940-07:00What's love got to do with it?<br />
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During our production of P&P, Madie took off her wig to become her
alter ego, Alex, to play the part of George Wickam. Well, Cara Linnea
got hold of the wig, and we caught her trying to impersonate Tina
Turner, using a birthday candle as a microphone and singing, "What's love got to do, got to do with it? What's love but a second hand emo-otion?"<br />
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We don't have an answer to her question, but we do wish a very happy Valentine's day to everyone. May you all enjoy some most excellent chocolate!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>TaraChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12945090273028710289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-17743284369096631002013-01-27T21:06:00.000-07:002013-01-27T21:33:06.060-07:00Sasha & Co. present Pride & Prejudice<div style="text-align: center;">
In honor of the 200th anniversary of the publication of<br />
Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice on January 28, 1813,<br />
Sasha and Co. proudly present their abbreviated rendition of Pride and Prejudice!</div>
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Featuring (L-R) Sasha Kaelita as Jane Bennet; Lona Rachelle as Elizabeth (Lizzie) Bennet; (Mary Bennet not pictured); Shyvonne Alette as Kitty Bennet; and Tasha Rhiannon as Lydia Bennet; </div>
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Prince FitzGregor Darcy as Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy; Patrick Terrence as Mr. Charles Bingley;<br />
Gregor Vaughn as Mr. William Collins; Alex as Mr. George Wickham;</div>
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Kiltie Grace as Caroline Bingley; Pintux Emeria as Anne deBourgh;<br />
Cora Morgen as Lady Catherine deBourgh; and Angela Karinne as Charlotte Lucas.</div>
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Mr. and Mrs. Bennet had five daughters, and Mrs. Bennet was very eager to see them married well, so when Mr. Charles Bingley moves into a neighboring estate, she eagerly sends her girls to the next ball to meet him.<br />
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Mr. Bingley and Jane Bennet hit it off very well, but his friend,<br />
Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy refuses to dance with her sister, Lizzie Bennet.</div>
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The rest of the young ladies think Mr. Darcy is quite the catch. (Wouldn't you?)<br />
But Lizzie is not impressed.</div>
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Jane goes to visit Mr. Bingley's sister, Caroline Bingley and takes ill.<br />
Lizzie goes to care for Jane and is often subjected to Mr. Darcy's company.<br />
A bit later, Mr. Bingley suddenly departs. Who knows what he's thinking?</div>
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A short time later Mr. George Wickham arrives in town.<br />
Kitty and Lydia can't resist a man in uniform, and even Lizzie soon makes friends with him.<br />
He tells her stories that fortify her prejudice against Mr. Darcy.</div>
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About that time, Mr. William Collins, a cousin of the Bennet's, comes to the area seeking a wife.<br />
Seeing that the eldest is already attached to Mr. Bingley, he proposes to Lizzie who promptly refuses.</div>
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Not to be dissuaded in matrimony, Mr. Collins proposes to Lizzie's best friend,<br />
Charlotte Lucas, who gratefully accepts his offer.</div>
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After the marriage, Lizzie goes to visit Charlotte in her new home.<br />
Again, she is thrown into company with the insufferable Mr. Darcy.<br />
He gradually takes more and more notice of her.</div>
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During their stay, they must visit Lady Catherine deBourgh<br />
who intends for her daughter, Anne deBourgh, to marry Mr. Darcy.</div>
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Despite Lizzie's prejudices and Mr. Darcy's arrogance, Lizzie doesn't love this plan.</div>
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Still Lizzie is shocked and unprepared when Mr. Darcy proposes to her and she refuses him.</div>
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There is a great uproar when word gets out that Lydia has run off with Mr. Wickham.<br />
Mr. Darcy saves the day by seeing to it that Mr. Wickham marries Lydia and restores her honor.<br />
He writes a letter to Lizzie explaining Mr. Wickham's past among other things.<br />
Lizzie begins to reconsider her refusal.</div>
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Meanwhile, Mr. Bingley learns that Jane was merely demure and not uninterested<br />
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And just when Lizzie thinks all hope of a second offer from Mr. Darcy is gone,<br />
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Moving in for the kiss. So romantic, I can hardly stand it!</div>
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Happy Epiphany or Three Kings Day to Everyone! Here it is the 12th day of Christmas, and if I wait any longer, it will really be too late to show off my new Christmas dress until next year.<br />
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The train is not new, but how I love to get it out and play with it every year!<br />
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And now for the story of how I got my new dress. MamaT's grand-daughter wanted to sew a Christmas dress. MamaT says she only has very basic sewing skills, so Ryin's mom picked out a one-hour dress pattern with only one button, and Ryin picked out the material and trim. It took them an hour just to cut out the pieces. Ryin sewed all the straight seams and the button on herself. NanaT sewed the curvy seams and trim. They designed the matching purse together. Three days later, they got the project all finished. It wasn't until after Christmas that MamaT found time to sew my dress, so we didn't get a photo together. We think the dresses will still fit us both next year.<br />
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And we wish you all a very wonderful 2013!<br />
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Hi World, I'd like to introduce myself as Pintux Emeria, the neglected Sasha Doll. You see I am over a year old, well actually I'm well over a year old, but I've been in this family for over a year and have just now gotten the opportunity to introduce myself on Sasha's blog. I arrived circa February 2011 with loose stringing. I was relegated to the closet for several months until MamaT attended to my strings, so I could stand and play properly. It was just about a year ago that we did this photo shoot, and MamaT only recently got around to sorting through the photos to keep the best and delete the rest. In fact, the previous post with the babies at play occurred after this photo shoot, but that got posted before my introduction. Life is so unfair, isn't it? And now a full 11 months have slipped by since the last post on this blog. MamaT only says, "Where does the time fly?" Her granddaughter was over more in the past year, so that took some of her time, but that's not the only excuse. She'd come up with a very long list if I let her, but I'm not giving her the floor. However, I did overhear her saying something about not getting a new doll until the last one was introduced, so is she really excited about letting me introduce myself, or is it just because she wants to start looking for a Velvet?<br />
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Oh, if you're wondering where I got my name, I was named for MamaT's
great-great grandmother, Laura Emeria. She's never seen anyone else with
that name, but she liked it, so she gave it to me, so maybe I'm not
entirely neglected after all since I've been given a very special name. I am also unique because I am a limited edition doll produced only in 1982 (#2273 of 4600). My hair is real human hair, and my eyes were originally brown, but later turned blue. Kind of cool, huh? And in an extra rebellious effort to establish my individuality, I've decided to spell my name Pintux instead of Pintucks like all the rest of them.<br />
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While we were outside, I found this sweet early, blue violet (<i>Viola adunca</i>).
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Don't you think it looks nice in my hair?<br />
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The family is almost getting too large for lots of big family portraits, so we just got the blondes (and strawberry blonde) girls out to pose together.</div>
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Sasha and Kiltie Grace stole my idea of putting flowers in our hair, so we all got to be flower children together.</div>
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Kiltie Grace and Pintux Emeria.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-50180192880428135802011-06-26T17:22:00.020-06:002011-06-26T21:27:25.533-06:00Babies at Play on a Fine Spring Day<div style="text-align: center;">We can't believe it's been 5 months since the last post. We apologize to all who have been watching for the next. Life has just been incredibly busy with one thing and another, and besides it has been the coolest, rainiest spring we can ever remember.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMI809fjqgmuM7nBS5HlIVsUCEDGj_63fAljwRFIcYoL4U3Q56j0vQWKShia2dBr3RgTUaiED5B7kopVOrIE109KjovZ9ZC8y_rTKOeDWJ0lODFsAphNmaPC7_jdjIhat08ep8iWqHM4/s1600/Babyplay+062.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMI809fjqgmuM7nBS5HlIVsUCEDGj_63fAljwRFIcYoL4U3Q56j0vQWKShia2dBr3RgTUaiED5B7kopVOrIE109KjovZ9ZC8y_rTKOeDWJ0lODFsAphNmaPC7_jdjIhat08ep8iWqHM4/s400/Babyplay+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622678582122643074" border="0" /></a>At last we had a fine spring day, and babies Sandra Varlene and Cara Linnea got out to play in our new playclothes sewn by Ebay seller, Shadowdancer9423.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7JFf0_HLEBdip_-zl9jX8A42YJb2c8Id9Yo4W-yvNRzNbig59wdvd5-s2NXpWfJfzDfzzvkz_yH_c_voRBmbr6Spxi_Z43CmyPAVoajBj2VAUSkkuLOQAz6v9NqZugkg5fHMQehiWdp4/s1600/Babyplay+086.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7JFf0_HLEBdip_-zl9jX8A42YJb2c8Id9Yo4W-yvNRzNbig59wdvd5-s2NXpWfJfzDfzzvkz_yH_c_voRBmbr6Spxi_Z43CmyPAVoajBj2VAUSkkuLOQAz6v9NqZugkg5fHMQehiWdp4/s400/Babyplay+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622678281850188162" border="0" /></a>First, they tried a game of row, row, row your boat by a stump piled with squirrel middens<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLf9-Tc0Iw4MyqIqoFbp7okejaLhYPXUO5_Sai6HiySl9Q5jruHo5C5kI-C7nkVa1LIHxBVnl9lG0AANuIOACWVxVyqK391rqwgjJKNQC3X6gbsh-com6IEYEQvqXrH2deyVByqt87jFE/s1600/Babyplay+081.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLf9-Tc0Iw4MyqIqoFbp7okejaLhYPXUO5_Sai6HiySl9Q5jruHo5C5kI-C7nkVa1LIHxBVnl9lG0AANuIOACWVxVyqK391rqwgjJKNQC3X6gbsh-com6IEYEQvqXrH2deyVByqt87jFE/s400/Babyplay+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622677892551782130" border="0" /></a>They were delighted to discover that with all of the rain we've had, we have carpets of moss growing everywhere, and so many different kinds too.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzjsJ_NWQa2IJZ343RR2ghHxnSz7Ye4aV0qOcMGNH7H5tokQzYu675CP9qpqvvdu2g-Fn4riLWpEgUuyw7lbgJqR9DntyfYFvr7prfSZYSSmNUaJxhyphenhyphencgZK_YyFDGeJdpWDPCjenThojs/s1600/Babyplay+066.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzjsJ_NWQa2IJZ343RR2ghHxnSz7Ye4aV0qOcMGNH7H5tokQzYu675CP9qpqvvdu2g-Fn4riLWpEgUuyw7lbgJqR9DntyfYFvr7prfSZYSSmNUaJxhyphenhyphencgZK_YyFDGeJdpWDPCjenThojs/s400/Babyplay+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622677357246493106" border="0" /></a>Do you know this moss is called "scared cat's tail moss" (<span style="font-style: italic;">Rhytidiadelphus</span>) because it looks like a bristly cat's tail? Don't forget you can click on the photo for a close-up view. It is also nice and cushioney for doing somersaults on.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjokvmCSu3ffPWBDsAIfXBBQUYegHd-IDqDyuffrGkIr6Ffzq4t8Eqyd3BsX7yu9IvCADOA67hvdefjFp-DD8MzkwLMY1oSftAFQQNlntEZNCAbJhb6rVjkeQlT51bzRd1IHw2ZDqeBLik/s1600/Babyplay+127.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjokvmCSu3ffPWBDsAIfXBBQUYegHd-IDqDyuffrGkIr6Ffzq4t8Eqyd3BsX7yu9IvCADOA67hvdefjFp-DD8MzkwLMY1oSftAFQQNlntEZNCAbJhb6rVjkeQlT51bzRd1IHw2ZDqeBLik/s400/Babyplay+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622677116070919058" border="0" /></a>Check out this moss with the cute little red stems!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKq_IkpJE1R_hr3DCegWyVQlzhy_94zKDpm4HadOd45gRtwMWeSkdxE5-RUXwf-nNk3EFC86Qt4DyBPCE0fMrfQYBArPrQCijrnBw-BsWsCLCwPzCgZMOT25KitTxSqs54Qt8CUvqgovk/s1600/Babyplay+097.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKq_IkpJE1R_hr3DCegWyVQlzhy_94zKDpm4HadOd45gRtwMWeSkdxE5-RUXwf-nNk3EFC86Qt4DyBPCE0fMrfQYBArPrQCijrnBw-BsWsCLCwPzCgZMOT25KitTxSqs54Qt8CUvqgovk/s400/Babyplay+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622676820222665074" border="0" /></a>Sandra says, "My moss looks like miniature Christmas trees (<span style="font-style: italic;">Polytrichum</span>)," and Cara says "Mine is like soft turfy grass."<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0_1929-7Vj1KYw7Ki7QRcwJnhGokDwQWfSMiRrkWeXfPSZWaRwYBOGUqwXsEw9ofRcBY2FDrvXhUcaWK3aS16ozlFGRniFW5MZ1FuBxwIxaH0HckefPmG0we342I7vGItRiCV9cVlg4/s1600/Babyplay+096.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0_1929-7Vj1KYw7Ki7QRcwJnhGokDwQWfSMiRrkWeXfPSZWaRwYBOGUqwXsEw9ofRcBY2FDrvXhUcaWK3aS16ozlFGRniFW5MZ1FuBxwIxaH0HckefPmG0we342I7vGItRiCV9cVlg4/s400/Babyplay+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622676297302838066" border="0" /></a>Even the roots of this old tree that fell over are covered in moss.<br />This looks pretty fun to climb and explore.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC-3CoVZJ55ovc1sN6Zmp3zJP1Z9ZOsjuSypZYqDtZ7mhIDuBeZHgYQxNoVmijPbv-lkoGZ-uvWj5uxecv7qcVfFgAHLLbgp_zxfHaer-OswYpmjAt1Xuqb8gACQjUTkIfp3EyJdlvMKI/s1600/Babyplay+104.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC-3CoVZJ55ovc1sN6Zmp3zJP1Z9ZOsjuSypZYqDtZ7mhIDuBeZHgYQxNoVmijPbv-lkoGZ-uvWj5uxecv7qcVfFgAHLLbgp_zxfHaer-OswYpmjAt1Xuqb8gACQjUTkIfp3EyJdlvMKI/s400/Babyplay+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622675849253086978" border="0" /></a>So let's go climbing!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOrpnA-0GOT_mt_0dvr_enu135VZkb2e6i8KYlllrBxKXHN57pYx7MgO99KEh7_tqpe0wH6odD7-_4MLN8DyQFHOntLWv-UTXr8AhK7RiAwxYQwB4rEqKdNToZJ6B1VvI0J6EDnBOF1k/s1600/Babyplay+075.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOrpnA-0GOT_mt_0dvr_enu135VZkb2e6i8KYlllrBxKXHN57pYx7MgO99KEh7_tqpe0wH6odD7-_4MLN8DyQFHOntLWv-UTXr8AhK7RiAwxYQwB4rEqKdNToZJ6B1VvI0J6EDnBOF1k/s400/Babyplay+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622675433975838594" border="0" /></a>My, how babies love to climb...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvQzeNcpKkd9Kla0eWtvLSl38gfgtIqtkZx6N_2Bd2CrNZwvDdxDRpBwxRwmb_nDe9s6FIpX9_oid2ER9nrsmD8VG92Sb4hY6NCoii3i9aIQS2Pd8C5ePOxDpGdv4uzSofu8aiOEYJfW0/s1600/Babyplay+117.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvQzeNcpKkd9Kla0eWtvLSl38gfgtIqtkZx6N_2Bd2CrNZwvDdxDRpBwxRwmb_nDe9s6FIpX9_oid2ER9nrsmD8VG92Sb4hY6NCoii3i9aIQS2Pd8C5ePOxDpGdv4uzSofu8aiOEYJfW0/s400/Babyplay+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622675047427540322" border="0" /></a>and climb...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxDwpP5XQiTWcZ0GaUQZFKLll6M86sezIqkc_6WKthgKakS1Fa9ulX_hRRBDDK7Wk9SFi-7FvHl8FiC6pjz4F-2RApdpJrYp8P9CcY7jmyifuwu2p7KAIPIUUGNfHW205o36nFIhJc8U/s1600/Babyplay+092.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxDwpP5XQiTWcZ0GaUQZFKLll6M86sezIqkc_6WKthgKakS1Fa9ulX_hRRBDDK7Wk9SFi-7FvHl8FiC6pjz4F-2RApdpJrYp8P9CcY7jmyifuwu2p7KAIPIUUGNfHW205o36nFIhJc8U/s400/Babyplay+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622674701269267154" border="0" /></a>and climb...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0SY7Zmsxo-iRgXHpngf2x3-TACdPZGx5I4fwvoCa-_S0DkCeP7NO2b4ZyDBCZnTqjMpHNT7K6LqMSR21mK7GLZFsR1LIQPJgnw1rkWb9-zxOwpgw-vXXZqtMln-om0aIR-WSA0YOacB0/s1600/Babyplay+109.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0SY7Zmsxo-iRgXHpngf2x3-TACdPZGx5I4fwvoCa-_S0DkCeP7NO2b4ZyDBCZnTqjMpHNT7K6LqMSR21mK7GLZFsR1LIQPJgnw1rkWb9-zxOwpgw-vXXZqtMln-om0aIR-WSA0YOacB0/s400/Babyplay+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622674320480849234" border="0" /></a>and climb!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFnrG4WLayqliq8aXo-8myigqE5CjWuqzYY6cBgwtsOL-WsUp2PheHjg-7400-7IWLWmMSVilyV23SE2zVkJeWSFYc9W4OW5zLQzjEBUHw5hj6i2SJI0fiFKqRxti4W21DGnmptKuyRM/s1600/Babyplay+113.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFnrG4WLayqliq8aXo-8myigqE5CjWuqzYY6cBgwtsOL-WsUp2PheHjg-7400-7IWLWmMSVilyV23SE2zVkJeWSFYc9W4OW5zLQzjEBUHw5hj6i2SJI0fiFKqRxti4W21DGnmptKuyRM/s400/Babyplay+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622673972694510114" border="0" /></a>Here, let me help you up this last bit. We'll be queens of this giant stump!!!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8zkbJTkEY313isDitjEKnl1UefbqfBq0cbCygNHx_E7BmiQpT82WrFLfreHEX5VNgEdOl026PKmFhDA8LVrooIEbBF1RoNOe4r71AB_92gA5EOoW463eNQvcq7fxmDZ4wnHis50lQVVc/s1600/Babyplay+121.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8zkbJTkEY313isDitjEKnl1UefbqfBq0cbCygNHx_E7BmiQpT82WrFLfreHEX5VNgEdOl026PKmFhDA8LVrooIEbBF1RoNOe4r71AB_92gA5EOoW463eNQvcq7fxmDZ4wnHis50lQVVc/s400/Babyplay+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622673635233352242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Whoa, it's a little scary standing up on this giant fallen log.<br />Hold on to me, so you don't fall!<br />Wave bye to everyone.<br /><br />Hope you all enjoyed exploring with us today!<br /><br />Little Miss Cara<br />&<br />Little Miss Sandra</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-61150515932785062722011-01-09T13:16:00.013-07:002011-01-09T17:20:51.913-07:00On Sasha Morgenthaler Course Dolls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5spi5teL6w9EakW-YBbSgeyG3u2Lt59UXj0tkQOWJCf0Ii0nMtJTdwtsf-d9MNvrhA9zjlF-R9Eqa50jHBCszLsYxlelles48nD8EUXWYK5MgWdYyJbxAifAX1T_pn5jDa513crmP1yc/s1600/course+023b.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5spi5teL6w9EakW-YBbSgeyG3u2Lt59UXj0tkQOWJCf0Ii0nMtJTdwtsf-d9MNvrhA9zjlF-R9Eqa50jHBCszLsYxlelles48nD8EUXWYK5MgWdYyJbxAifAX1T_pn5jDa513crmP1yc/s400/course+023b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560285090601841298" border="0" /></a>Happy New Year!<br />I am the newest doll in MamaT's Sasha family. MamaT has tried out a few different names on me, but the only one that seems to be sticking is Talia Jaelle, just because. I am not technically a Sasha doll. I am a homemade doll from Switzerland. Doll making was a very popular hobby in Switzerland for some years. Most likely I was made from a <a href="http://www.glorex.com/">Glorex</a> doll kit or something similar. These kits are still available (click Glorex for more info). I am 14 inches (35cm) tall (positive proof I am not a "course doll" which we'll discuss below). I have a firm (probably plastic) head covered with tricot cloth, real human hair, and a soft, stuffed body. While I am not a "real" Sasha doll, there is no doubt in our minds that I was made by a collector of Sasha dolls and I was Sasha inspired. My unmatched eyebrows and eyes are very similar in style to those painted by Sasha Morgenthaler, and while we don't know who the artist was who painted my face, we agree she was very talented.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXXUQkZCybWjXB6G0uTQegG9tJR9lLQH86_hzUlEBqCKTLrudyt9WEtg5S9hk913q4bW1djUm438dMOI6VToXA55YxESAJyiN5VkrkPIx2zAz8zTxY-gk8ztdwdwt5ZXcPK-29zt16Qw/s1600/course+021b.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXXUQkZCybWjXB6G0uTQegG9tJR9lLQH86_hzUlEBqCKTLrudyt9WEtg5S9hk913q4bW1djUm438dMOI6VToXA55YxESAJyiN5VkrkPIx2zAz8zTxY-gk8ztdwdwt5ZXcPK-29zt16Qw/s400/course+021b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560284390181506802" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Besides my face, the second reason we believe I originally belonged to a Sasha collector is based on my dress. It is a handmade dress, but it emulates the gingham yoke dress that was a classic Sasha dress made during all the years of the English production, and also found on some Gotz and studio dolls.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwT1zM2X9mCQU6izF_txMjBMJqfVH7TVn3GGMzqI-s3bveRdMtN-T7JhtlaiStUE0b2hK5JX0bxZYSbQQK6IqbnPLwp1xRy0uWx4TlcYFHtTa9szQ8CXckLQWPhBfIsknHPJ6TLs812lc/s1600/course+006b.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwT1zM2X9mCQU6izF_txMjBMJqfVH7TVn3GGMzqI-s3bveRdMtN-T7JhtlaiStUE0b2hK5JX0bxZYSbQQK6IqbnPLwp1xRy0uWx4TlcYFHtTa9szQ8CXckLQWPhBfIsknHPJ6TLs812lc/s400/course+006b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560284224409212466" border="0" /></a><br />Further evidence is that while the dress actually doesn't fit me all that well (wide in the collar and a little too short), it fits a Sasha baby doll perfectly, and we believe that's what it was first made for.<br /><br /><br />Now enough about me, you probably didn't pull up this entry to learn about Glorex dolls. Because I resemble a Sasha course doll in some ways, I have been tasked with telling you all we know about Sasha course dolls. And in truth, almost all we know about course dolls, we learned from Dorisanne Osborne. Dorisanne was kind enough to give MamaT permission to let us quote most of a post she made on the Sasha-L list on 2/7/08, adding in a few bits from other posts of hers.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ne3aWzwn6Q0tGaJSAE1kRmKGJzPaabR2nxdmt8z3KtFjXsWdCAd9BymIAdVpcv8YqiFAqlkXuwjbji7USEXiU6gbl6NcUffeTO4TMC5wfCTM49qCRJ7VQKKCuFT86R5kemu7fvb83K8/s1600/course+038b.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ne3aWzwn6Q0tGaJSAE1kRmKGJzPaabR2nxdmt8z3KtFjXsWdCAd9BymIAdVpcv8YqiFAqlkXuwjbji7USEXiU6gbl6NcUffeTO4TMC5wfCTM49qCRJ7VQKKCuFT86R5kemu7fvb83K8/s400/course+038b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560284854245733938" border="0" /></a> “I don't know when Sasha Morgenthaler began her doll making classes, but I think they were held for 25 years or more with Sasha teaching them before her death in 1975, and then her assistant Trudi Loeffler, continued teaching them until 1993.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The classes were held in Sasha's workshop in the basement of her home. There was room for 5 or 6 women to take a course which was usually held one day a week, for about 5 weeks. This limited the classes to women who lived in Zurich and the towns around Zurich. They would work on their dolls at home during the week in between classes.<br /><br /><br />I was a member of the last class that Frau Loeffler taught in December of 1993, which was put on for a group of 6 American women. We were in <span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;">Zurich</span> the end of November of 1993 to celebrate the 100th anniversary of Sasha's birth so our doll making class was a very special time. Our classes were held all day long for a week, since we were only in Switzerland for two weeks. It was intensive to complete the two dolls in that time period.<br /><br />The course dolls had Type A (non-jointed cloth) bodies and were about 20” (50cm) tall, varying both in girth and height because they were stuffed with excelsior (wood chips) by many different people with variable experience levels. The hardest work day was when we stuffed the excelsior into the cloth body parts as it had to be packed very tightly. We were exhausted after our day of stuffing our two course dolls because they have to be packed very tight, but I've seen some that are not so firm.</p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqi-0E7xbDm7r8uGh9PcOqfBAyMEBWvG2wMXbJ7Az5ryFkFjmTlRCVut2vCiaANP_YwLITt6poiDd3tlvWt1TeRp1Q-BZ7efXQj9cbf19cOSDTzfF5uXnNlreqcW9HAcIMRoufAY3naF0/s1600/course+008b.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqi-0E7xbDm7r8uGh9PcOqfBAyMEBWvG2wMXbJ7Az5ryFkFjmTlRCVut2vCiaANP_YwLITt6poiDd3tlvWt1TeRp1Q-BZ7efXQj9cbf19cOSDTzfF5uXnNlreqcW9HAcIMRoufAY3naF0/s400/course+008b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560284016247443218" border="0" /></a><br />Hemp was supplied for the hair, but you could pay extra to have a hand-knotted human hair wig made by Sasha's own wigmaker. I used the hemp hair for my boy and the wig for my girl, as both were applied differently and I wanted to experience both processes. For the hemp hair we dug out a hole in the middle of the head and pushed the "hair" into it, then arranged it, glued it down, and styled it. We started with dyed raw hemp and spent an afternoon brushing (and brushing and brushing) the hemp with a dog brush, to make it silky. With the human hair wig, we sewed it to the head.<br /><br />We practiced the eye and face painting under Frau Loeffler's direction before we actually painted our dolls' faces. Frau Loffler taught us Sasha's method of painting eyes. We painted a round eye in the color of our choice and then were instructed to put the pupil right in themiddle of the iris. If you stop to think of the human eye, it is a ball, with the pupil "dead center". The secret seems to be what you do after you have the pupil in the center of the eye. The lid is what changes the character of the eye, as it can come down and cover much of the eye, or be high for a wide-eyed look. And the addition of eyelashes can change the look too. The pupils on Sasha's studio dolls range from very large, to rather small. She tried to make individualized eyes. The "star pupils" on some of the early English dolls were made made by painting the pupil with a fine brush--I've heard that it was a brush with five "hairs,” but can't confirm so.<br /><br />We dressed our dolls at home, though some people were able to find clothing and shoes to fit at the toy stores in Zurich. It was an amazing experience to make Sasha's dolls in her own studio. We expected her to walk in at any minute. Many women in the area took the class over and over, making two dolls each time. Some of them sold their dolls, and others still have them. Probably, hundreds of these dolls were made over the years.”<br />--Dorisanne Osborne<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qfC2fSLM6WBWmUkQ22uNqzaNb3U46hNU1UPwKtY3B-1vXThkv3UuUSjsrJgrfgJgZNYI2KX2gXjkFXQxy7aQx5W4feZe1dSuT6x-d_pYcGPIGjEOBwJjYmhuT8HzjHbMptS7Thl8-5w/s1600/course+040b.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qfC2fSLM6WBWmUkQ22uNqzaNb3U46hNU1UPwKtY3B-1vXThkv3UuUSjsrJgrfgJgZNYI2KX2gXjkFXQxy7aQx5W4feZe1dSuT6x-d_pYcGPIGjEOBwJjYmhuT8HzjHbMptS7Thl8-5w/s400/course+040b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560283307966020450" border="0" /></a><br />Thanks again to Dorisanne for her all of her wonderful information and first hand experience in a doll course. We have very little information other than what Dorisanne had to offer. We found no information on when Sasha Morgenthaler began giving workshops, how often or how many classes or how many dolls were made. She continued teaching them until she passed away in 1975.<br /><br />Frau Trudi (Roos) Loffler, who began working with Sasha in the late 1940s, was considered her closest collaborator for the next 25+ years, continued teaching the workshops until 1993. Frau Loffler was also involved in preparing exhibits at the museum in Zurich and did a lot of hand sanding on the studio dolls, among other work, no doubt. According to Dorisanne's book, the course dolls had Type I faces (square shaped with medium full cheeks). We've seen a course dolls described with fleece hair, which was likely hemp fleece.<br /><br />Here are some current links to photos of course dolls (for sale or already sold):<br /><a href="http://sasha-dolls.com/page7.htm">http://sasha-dolls.com/page7.htm</a><br /><a href="http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/Sasha-Course-Doll-Head-replaced-non-original-body-/320609350846?pt=UK_Doll_Bears_Dolls_EH&hash=item4aa5ce74be">Previously sold doll on Ebay.</a><br /><a href="http://www.sashadolluk.co.uk/26247.html">http://www.sashadolluk.co.uk/26247.html</a> (Scroll to bottom of the page). This page also has information on how to contact Dorisanne to get a copy of the book, “Sasha Dolls Through the Years” which we HIGHLY recommend.<br />--And as Tigger would say, Ta-ta for now! Talia Jaelle<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-14864744887917519902010-12-23T20:01:00.012-07:002010-12-23T21:54:16.844-07:00Merry Christmas from the S-kids!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGafCKpuR9TKr-H1kIblzSxOuY4oiPtEcf1tGuBWfFdXCnsZen7j1hIEIaR89KLGJOG8iRiB9bztSemFouLu4ApJNs3c3PDKr6iU-CPPZx7mxOiNSnK6C5CzbQ5w9ESoZakKkTkgXAT4w/s1600/ChristmasSkids+026b.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGafCKpuR9TKr-H1kIblzSxOuY4oiPtEcf1tGuBWfFdXCnsZen7j1hIEIaR89KLGJOG8iRiB9bztSemFouLu4ApJNs3c3PDKr6iU-CPPZx7mxOiNSnK6C5CzbQ5w9ESoZakKkTkgXAT4w/s400/ChristmasSkids+026b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554083958256154690" border="0" /></a>MamaT almost got Angela out to be the Christmas girl AGAIN, and we all started to whine, why does Angela get to stand by the tree EVERY year? So MamaT stopped and thought about it and picked ME, because my name is Tasha (which is a variant of Natasha, which means "child of Christmas," a traditional name for girls born near Christmas in Russia, like MamaT's sister (my namesake) who was born ON Christmas (even though she isn't Russian). So her family always got to have birthday cake on Christmas, which somehow seems appropriate. It is also Sasha's birthday, who is going to be forty-one-derful this year. None of the rest of us have specific birthdays... Many of us don't even know exactly what year we were "born." Here you see me holding the stocking with all the symbols of Christmas. If you want to read the poem about what they all mean, you can find it <a href="http://sashadollblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html">here</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUD9VqKZZlwoN1XVVyl0VPH91IyH0Cc3mTLWVcPTLqjLSvN4JcrU91SEzjNpErwleJSpMpE75fg3jzut86fJOT9qgA9bEqGe_1Lo9g_CSyG1l8H8-ukSWy7Q6IVgAuDnZUl4uH1yF8z1A/s1600/ChristmasSkids+037b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUD9VqKZZlwoN1XVVyl0VPH91IyH0Cc3mTLWVcPTLqjLSvN4JcrU91SEzjNpErwleJSpMpE75fg3jzut86fJOT9qgA9bEqGe_1Lo9g_CSyG1l8H8-ukSWy7Q6IVgAuDnZUl4uH1yF8z1A/s400/ChristmasSkids+037b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554083757982687458" border="0" /></a>But I'm not the only one out by the tree this year.<br />I'm joined by Patrick and Sandra, which is good, because they make good company while MamaT and her DH are busily preparing for the holidays.<br />Here we all are, ready to spread some holiday cheer!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7U-Vk72Tz8JctY8jX9Or5uRiKQ1LIeJr3lWwuOgXCEhyR8SAWxbzuxBFmCiysXeBheX7xE5G0b8nnw7ogl0E1WslL49pbOH356mJ8PrgS3UJV0nEYen8WPjx7xaoqwrMSjX3BYnCt_0/s1600/ChristmasSkids+021b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7U-Vk72Tz8JctY8jX9Or5uRiKQ1LIeJr3lWwuOgXCEhyR8SAWxbzuxBFmCiysXeBheX7xE5G0b8nnw7ogl0E1WslL49pbOH356mJ8PrgS3UJV0nEYen8WPjx7xaoqwrMSjX3BYnCt_0/s400/ChristmasSkids+021b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554083514805705570" border="0" /></a>Patrick sings, "Glad Tidings we bring to you and your kin, glad tidings for CHRISTmas and a happy new year!" He has a nice soprano voice.<br />If he would ever age past 7, he might make a good tenor.<br />Oh yes, and a note on Patrick's scarf. MamaT's mama taught all her grandchildren how to knit, both girls and boys. This little scarf was knitted by one of MamaT's nephews when he was about 10, and he gave it to MamaT who recently discovered it was in perfect Sasha scale by pure coincidence and gave it Patrick so he wouldn't catch cold while he was out caroling. Now MamaT wishes she had learned to knit from her mama.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-3y2oy4BAhvMIrzlquxXA2DSEHFmDGekDnyrQNyR3hdkIaRDGE1r4RbBccWXgGHBB3N6sfB4l2oH3jEhReqTb8bPNWsGkcXrAgyQNVoMigWWLNpyGU3BjIYNf2N31njkzSEZIO01Ykk/s1600/ChristmasSkids+007b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-3y2oy4BAhvMIrzlquxXA2DSEHFmDGekDnyrQNyR3hdkIaRDGE1r4RbBccWXgGHBB3N6sfB4l2oH3jEhReqTb8bPNWsGkcXrAgyQNVoMigWWLNpyGU3BjIYNf2N31njkzSEZIO01Ykk/s400/ChristmasSkids+007b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082588477588242" border="0" /></a>Here is Sandy, playing with the train set again,<br />and licking on her everlasting candy cane!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7O274eVn8haFZu6cUMzhjOBSH-XnDT7OMq7h4VKJOakmZRX34_PU4O5kj-diDN5SlFO5kYTvdtnaDVP1yxwafBkHy0C3DHy5zOZ8TjNlb0h3-nrlkY-6AMaDV8KZ-trF54wwpOzDxCaU/s1600/ChristmasSkids+022b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7O274eVn8haFZu6cUMzhjOBSH-XnDT7OMq7h4VKJOakmZRX34_PU4O5kj-diDN5SlFO5kYTvdtnaDVP1yxwafBkHy0C3DHy5zOZ8TjNlb0h3-nrlkY-6AMaDV8KZ-trF54wwpOzDxCaU/s400/ChristmasSkids+022b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554083304978160818" border="0" /></a>Yours truly, Tasha, a child of Christmas,<br />thinking about Jesus, the real Child of Christmas.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2LADUcyY0Vw7_INl3CwuzFDYe20cGt-lRssBQ_FxNmUolfGv2lWf397aPNlmaT_tFz8SWtBpElBtxdCRTSwVnk7ae78Bu9I_qAa2x6IMFOPo5uZUpujLePa8r-AKHLjTkxg6gK3OK-zw/s1600/ChristmasSkids+004b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2LADUcyY0Vw7_INl3CwuzFDYe20cGt-lRssBQ_FxNmUolfGv2lWf397aPNlmaT_tFz8SWtBpElBtxdCRTSwVnk7ae78Bu9I_qAa2x6IMFOPo5uZUpujLePa8r-AKHLjTkxg6gK3OK-zw/s400/ChristmasSkids+004b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554082188413996898" border="0" /></a>We're feeling mighty cozy in our corner by the tree<br />as we eagerly await the big day!<br /><br />We hope you had a peaceful solstice, and wish a joyful Christmas<br />and a fabulous new year to all of you and your dolls!<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-56706555955920573752010-12-04T12:22:00.009-07:002010-12-04T13:24:55.303-07:00Ted's Pinafore Challenge #72<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXaDjL-QAkZOhKQK5jDCGTxVT9vofzIDWsG-WFGYvh2QYooszYsiHiFKH7_1MstPBk6wuEmrGlB5UGPUzSdoAuQygicHk6I2tygmdLWv2mI7KCw9uMLKDad8k77vUvsB0ZAJweT8xuPI/s1600/72.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXaDjL-QAkZOhKQK5jDCGTxVT9vofzIDWsG-WFGYvh2QYooszYsiHiFKH7_1MstPBk6wuEmrGlB5UGPUzSdoAuQygicHk6I2tygmdLWv2mI7KCw9uMLKDad8k77vUvsB0ZAJweT8xuPI/s400/72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546910069424419298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hey There! Now that all the voting is over for Ted's pinafore challenge, we can post our entry here. This was not the original planned entry. The first one planned was to be out of a nice corduroy fabric with a delicate print perfect for Sasha scale. There were a lot of complicated ideas in the plan, and MamaT was just figuring out where to begin when the idea for this dress flashed into her head. The fabric for this dress was a fat square for quilting MamaT found while looking for fabric for the baby cradle quilt (shown previously). She found this piece of fabric to be literally irresistible, because she purchased it without having a clue of what she might do with it later.<br /><br />Once she got the inspiration for this dress, she decided she better try it first, because it would be much easier to start with than plan A, and would be good sewing practice. While the result isn't perfect (and the flaws don't show in the photos much), it's not bad at all for her experience level, we think. One of the most interesting parts of adapting the original pattern was in lengthening the skirt, since the bottom hem is curved. She figured out how long she wanted it to be at the edge and at the center point and made pencil marks there. Then using her arm like a "compass" and her elbow as the pivot point, she just free-handed a line between the 2 points, which came out perfectly first try. Those moments are so rare it's very exciting when they happen.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtULF8jvCQ61DY30jhNRTP_qBkwnsAuXMF160lSyko1me5oZZtP6HSkW2xg9yeDpmLUpHP7SKDL87Fcp0oNI3jxmy4YuQCWK3qNnkj3qG3rr3Q-aUU-UP1Hnw6hX2SE4TekXOtywXQP1Y/s1600/Cora%2527sPinafore+018b.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtULF8jvCQ61DY30jhNRTP_qBkwnsAuXMF160lSyko1me5oZZtP6HSkW2xg9yeDpmLUpHP7SKDL87Fcp0oNI3jxmy4YuQCWK3qNnkj3qG3rr3Q-aUU-UP1Hnw6hX2SE4TekXOtywXQP1Y/s400/Cora%2527sPinafore+018b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546910975936342226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXEpkvaiK6kYrMa3hB4YPabbx1-RI5JSR-mUgIoiOCHitv_YmF7MhqqKqJlTLmIB0XPBHZJRO2vOnUWp5BaB052pnxozbIMgqfQOII61QZINV25W0OA-17KVZWgse6Wjsi7i1rqYUqnBI/s1600/CoraPinafore+019b.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXEpkvaiK6kYrMa3hB4YPabbx1-RI5JSR-mUgIoiOCHitv_YmF7MhqqKqJlTLmIB0XPBHZJRO2vOnUWp5BaB052pnxozbIMgqfQOII61QZINV25W0OA-17KVZWgse6Wjsi7i1rqYUqnBI/s400/CoraPinafore+019b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546911309994056658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So as you might guess, the first pinafore planned has never been completed, and probably won't end up as a pinafore (or jumper) now, but MamaT still hopes to make a dress with it, maybe over the holidays when she has some time off work.<br /><br />Cora claimed the dress immediately as hers alone when the dress was finished. She found a choker of MamaT's made from juniper berries that was the perfect accent for the dress. Juniper berries are supposed to ward off bad dreams, and Cora confirms that she hasn't had a single nightmare since she put it on. She won't say whether she ever had one before though. She also tried out a beaded hair tie as a necklace, but it was a bit much. Lona doesn't care about that and is wearing it now anyway, as you'll probably see in our next post.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0hBB0V40vSTtWeaTSCwGlzR1ao6NLyoiBoTe_e3DhWmwuos_XRNhKw_X7nrDu8RAy_gjEUK_6UJq9RJ7LXsWBNbs9KOO-_1fh0cFq-HL-2iV0yfJqhk_b43ZCKTSdkHO3SAzWRgLP7Y/s1600/CoraPinafore+016b.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0hBB0V40vSTtWeaTSCwGlzR1ao6NLyoiBoTe_e3DhWmwuos_XRNhKw_X7nrDu8RAy_gjEUK_6UJq9RJ7LXsWBNbs9KOO-_1fh0cFq-HL-2iV0yfJqhk_b43ZCKTSdkHO3SAzWRgLP7Y/s400/CoraPinafore+016b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546911487972842866" border="0" /></a><br />One more thing to notice is to see all the photoshopping Ted did in the top photo to remove the back edging off Cora's modeling platform/dresser. He also improved the lighting. He said he even added legs to some of the models, so you can see he spent a lot of time on some of the photos. We'd really like to thank him for his huge investment of time on the project, because it was very fun, and the perfect motivation to get MamaT to start and finish a project. And THAT makes us dolls happy.<br /><br />Lastly, we'll include a link to Ted's blog post that shows all the entries with comments by his fashion model daughter, Alex. She made positive, constructive comments on every single entry, another big effort. We really liked her comments on this dress. She said, "This elongated pinafore with overtones of an ethnic influence shows how any simple pattern can become the basis for completely different garments. Excellent solution."<br /><br />If you haven't already seen them, I encourage you to check the link and see all the amazing creativity generated from one simple pattern and one challenge.<br /><a href="http://sashastreet.blogspot.com/2010/11/alex-comments-on-pinafores.html">Alex's comments on Ted's pinafore challenge entries.</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-32440182880341017122010-10-17T14:57:00.024-06:002010-10-17T16:29:22.864-06:00A Fall Fungal Foray<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9L3Lae8RS1R0AKoc_0BPkLYCKF2fvHDM7yCsjOGih4IvYl8ps7KbICNxvLnOESERU7aFu2J0_hvOkWNe9zqlRadmj0Kl-kQ1iBXMWKujQXuQbr7TNg1MK2OoLj2CoR-ur1RoO0uTkpE/s1600/mushrooms+001.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj9L3Lae8RS1R0AKoc_0BPkLYCKF2fvHDM7yCsjOGih4IvYl8ps7KbICNxvLnOESERU7aFu2J0_hvOkWNe9zqlRadmj0Kl-kQ1iBXMWKujQXuQbr7TNg1MK2OoLj2CoR-ur1RoO0uTkpE/s400/mushrooms+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529122803336013266" border="0" /></a>Happy Autumn Everyone! We have been having a very wet fall, making it a great year for mushrooms. Patrick has been itching to get out on an exploration trip, so we thought we'd count how many different kinds of mushrooms we could find while investigating the backyard. While we won't try to identify all of them, we think this first one might be a slippery jack or <span style="font-style: italic;">Suillus luteus</span>. In theory, it is edible, but not considered very palatable. By the way, please don't use this blog as an id. guide. You should never eat a wild mushroom unless you are 100% sure of your identification and its edibility. Never eat wild mushrooms that are raw or decayed, and never eat them in large quantities.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyOVexyeywyQgKCiMOG02pO7NVWGWrTYs0kjAttP8Durhwf34EXOIMvopW_74Bg85iOqmuPXZlUtU0nGdsbr4Y2Y8L6RkQNEPA0WhhPjL5c10rj9nTV_TgpITGjrFd-NQfSoxQMA7Iulc/s1600/mushrooms+002b.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx6BSmnWiQQAxA3u49oZjMMAYrWTnK-QXYbW6mKc948HAtlV2mzGZphYT8i36Poctn7XpqeFff56ZAYojgSWxtl-YS1xdYnGU50kWkaSbTiRaoHL6Tsnir9Q16WZmSIHt4H_2EWiQjxeA/s1600/mushrooms+002b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx6BSmnWiQQAxA3u49oZjMMAYrWTnK-QXYbW6mKc948HAtlV2mzGZphYT8i36Poctn7XpqeFff56ZAYojgSWxtl-YS1xdYnGU50kWkaSbTiRaoHL6Tsnir9Q16WZmSIHt4H_2EWiQjxeA/s400/mushrooms+002b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529130762268872098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This cute little mushroom is a <span style="font-style: italic;">Lepiota cristata</span>, sometimes called a star dapperling or a stinking parasol. Hmm. I like the first name better. Not recommended for consumption as it has toxic close relatives.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_r_YNd2oLGxNuutVoaPa3mAMVZhGPx4FjH42ymhdFzOr33UgT7UXttELgoDZ2yjuJTAFxqR5V0-Lla1ge0ILjggUq5lka5RUYIdO9kDb-oxxkEjCVy9llOLKGYBH_wXma-RB0GHDY2U/s1600/mushrooms+003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_r_YNd2oLGxNuutVoaPa3mAMVZhGPx4FjH42ymhdFzOr33UgT7UXttELgoDZ2yjuJTAFxqR5V0-Lla1ge0ILjggUq5lka5RUYIdO9kDb-oxxkEjCVy9llOLKGYBH_wXma-RB0GHDY2U/s400/mushrooms+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529129328216747266" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, I'm not even going to try to identify this one or we'll never get through this post, but it IS hard to resist trying.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGF-wVqc3g402FkScwlMaGExjVkv0YWUcUJyMzJ237OyST0CRMwiMpd0dD_CV5PT_u-2R0M85twRaHWOavuCDsq3fBkuGrP1K2OlhYQkiKbEQ1jfzgrBlYTYACQa65q526VOajW2qzAc/s1600/mushrooms+004b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGF-wVqc3g402FkScwlMaGExjVkv0YWUcUJyMzJ237OyST0CRMwiMpd0dD_CV5PT_u-2R0M85twRaHWOavuCDsq3fBkuGrP1K2OlhYQkiKbEQ1jfzgrBlYTYACQa65q526VOajW2qzAc/s400/mushrooms+004b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529129016722078738" border="0" /></a>Looks like another <span style="font-style: italic;">Suillus</span> type mushroom. Don't they look like just the perfect pancakes? Makes me hungry, but I will pass on eating these.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsDCh2K5iYkZyuyCSw1s_KLFRB3iDPBgO7ICRU0n8POFoP3GBlnqvmFQ_T1Xhg1hKtFTf6noiZ0QnKkNtYQn_HtZ-KNrP8oGJuvzNck2rgfHF8Sp1ZIyp_-8PZ4KlhMcTExcUgnYff8EY/s1600/mushrooms+005b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsDCh2K5iYkZyuyCSw1s_KLFRB3iDPBgO7ICRU0n8POFoP3GBlnqvmFQ_T1Xhg1hKtFTf6noiZ0QnKkNtYQn_HtZ-KNrP8oGJuvzNck2rgfHF8Sp1ZIyp_-8PZ4KlhMcTExcUgnYff8EY/s400/mushrooms+005b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529128853306364882" border="0" /></a>This large stump is a regular nursery. It has moss and fireweed, and baby birch trees, along with these adorable parasol shaped mushrooms<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQ8GC8AAatmk_qQ4-oaQbrtrcS8jEH-rG8sKCgzeqcZnBG86aNbFjTa_1isA5C4013ve1Yk_NlcN5wCYpcaFO8oAhlQeECnMn22Eo5sHFJ7pkpboNoaWQAPNDQZgc8hFaC4s_854EXQo/s1600/mushrooms+015b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQ8GC8AAatmk_qQ4-oaQbrtrcS8jEH-rG8sKCgzeqcZnBG86aNbFjTa_1isA5C4013ve1Yk_NlcN5wCYpcaFO8oAhlQeECnMn22Eo5sHFJ7pkpboNoaWQAPNDQZgc8hFaC4s_854EXQo/s400/mushrooms+015b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529128628191759058" border="0" /></a>Ooooh. Now this stump is amazing. Check out this colony of mushrooms here!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujsVcaUM80I_bENSbRAOP-m6Me6q5OZb1zGnrNxwmxgXE-ySn-JdYbF5pFwqgzyrOFh8QaRpAK-er9V-J_GmkZXilnuslTplpjnDPyafWh6eYe5UgFWodl3mkJCSa3Z9J1MOJL-n1fSw/s1600/mushrooms+021b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujsVcaUM80I_bENSbRAOP-m6Me6q5OZb1zGnrNxwmxgXE-ySn-JdYbF5pFwqgzyrOFh8QaRpAK-er9V-J_GmkZXilnuslTplpjnDPyafWh6eYe5UgFWodl3mkJCSa3Z9J1MOJL-n1fSw/s400/mushrooms+021b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529128477951843378" border="0" /></a>Awesome! That big white thing is a giant mushroom pushing up out of the ground. They are coming up right through the moss all over around here.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYmP6apsQU9v_D1z3ChU1x3cR8Orb4to3pJxcfdm4bmMNjLnLov1CITMdmQgGgKdZFN7-cO-03DyeWCD6FOiMv03BvfWKDS9n4CQCx9t9SolmmpsdVaA7eBfjEmkRHskKaf4G_dt4ezo/s1600/mushrooms+022b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYmP6apsQU9v_D1z3ChU1x3cR8Orb4to3pJxcfdm4bmMNjLnLov1CITMdmQgGgKdZFN7-cO-03DyeWCD6FOiMv03BvfWKDS9n4CQCx9t9SolmmpsdVaA7eBfjEmkRHskKaf4G_dt4ezo/s400/mushrooms+022b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529128167991766050" border="0" /></a>Now this one looks like the earth itself is growing up out of the ground.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYmx2xA7CGgOVsRTyTA6c3l8S-Obd926Q-CD26DqkD5z6LbFdqK7VfUmgB7K9urvEYoAyJD8_ML8mpsoINGEyPwFR4cn42EqI61IV0bZFsvEsY50gFdCr0luuUsOti_WdFWq0kBhjXuY/s1600/mushrooms+030b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYmx2xA7CGgOVsRTyTA6c3l8S-Obd926Q-CD26DqkD5z6LbFdqK7VfUmgB7K9urvEYoAyJD8_ML8mpsoINGEyPwFR4cn42EqI61IV0bZFsvEsY50gFdCr0luuUsOti_WdFWq0kBhjXuY/s400/mushrooms+030b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529124383578625490" border="0" /></a>I am beginning to feel surrounded in fungus. These are called larch boletes, <span style="font-style: italic;">Suillus grevillei</span>. They grow in a symbiotic relationship with western larch trees providing them with more water and nutrients then they can get with just their roots alone.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnE1Qk5rt8oKKHMwSDYjxqZc2eByUqFD4g0EYtY4FeLQ0_ou_cSM13_VEZmip0rmoJt9Vg6oeAxN0FljtOjVntcOrk9YAkFwS80Z8olXZ_d3zAprEfjpP_C90cDGKbuP3w5Bg7_n3gu8/s1600/mushrooms+099b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnE1Qk5rt8oKKHMwSDYjxqZc2eByUqFD4g0EYtY4FeLQ0_ou_cSM13_VEZmip0rmoJt9Vg6oeAxN0FljtOjVntcOrk9YAkFwS80Z8olXZ_d3zAprEfjpP_C90cDGKbuP3w5Bg7_n3gu8/s400/mushrooms+099b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529127293735869442" border="0" /></a>These cute little orange fungi are growing out of the side of a log with moss and lichens.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3wgLAjpWACpHq0fZK0r-GLImKIl3ZxkIIssi0Cmps1FSUbKczCY6GWWpn0eAhvddps_flZLY3AYD_Fwu5AFhrt5ciccv2rNpc8KrYRTY2S3QGvpdj_yjdK0LwZH6S3qKtz0pydDPtVIY/s1600/mushrooms+043b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3wgLAjpWACpHq0fZK0r-GLImKIl3ZxkIIssi0Cmps1FSUbKczCY6GWWpn0eAhvddps_flZLY3AYD_Fwu5AFhrt5ciccv2rNpc8KrYRTY2S3QGvpdj_yjdK0LwZH6S3qKtz0pydDPtVIY/s400/mushrooms+043b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529127552991755042" border="0" /></a>I'm starting to get bored with the whole mushroom thing. We found at least half a dozen others, but the photos didn't turn out so great. This stick is starting to look more fun to play with.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuHx5EuOwUe0FlgimkCDR8dPmXCQjdwSwe852OzQOWOK4NJ5Z-jKnRg0mxMSojsUtnwj2pRA5fbCdgaiIydqAhRVJLhdLPVliEP59etrb0WhyphenhyphenOaWhFDioc2NnqaYeffGkYlvGY-rwuk8/s1600/mushrooms+100b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuHx5EuOwUe0FlgimkCDR8dPmXCQjdwSwe852OzQOWOK4NJ5Z-jKnRg0mxMSojsUtnwj2pRA5fbCdgaiIydqAhRVJLhdLPVliEP59etrb0WhyphenhyphenOaWhFDioc2NnqaYeffGkYlvGY-rwuk8/s400/mushrooms+100b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529127013390058402" border="0" /></a>Besides mushrooms, there's also berries out this time of year. This one is called bunchberry. It is related to dogwood and is one of the fastest plants on the planet (the pollen is released by a little trigger when a bee lands on it.) MamaT insists I include the Latin names. That's <span style="font-style: italic;">Cornus canadensis.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScCiF34H2L5uPG7-07DrhRMxIEJIH9VBmaE1meGPGuvIxaqW5HGLhCNJirMj2hAU-WxrHv0NZHGJLr3ublZfNgoXd0slBDin5cC4U1_5uc0oCfQ3wBp1ZZ2mBy3Wif4Drf9mZ2vZCt3o/s1600/mushrooms+101b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScCiF34H2L5uPG7-07DrhRMxIEJIH9VBmaE1meGPGuvIxaqW5HGLhCNJirMj2hAU-WxrHv0NZHGJLr3ublZfNgoXd0slBDin5cC4U1_5uc0oCfQ3wBp1ZZ2mBy3Wif4Drf9mZ2vZCt3o/s400/mushrooms+101b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529126514709389090" border="0" /></a>Here's something to pucker you up. It's Oregon grape (<span style="font-style: italic;">Mahonia</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">Berberis repens</span>). We tried making lemonade out of it once. Started with 10 berries and it took about 10 teaspoons of sugar before it wasn't too tart anymore!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQN-bSqDJ0PBREdEf3w4X1itjf6DGcF6vP2hoog1g1XnyxXdnks8EU_WgWyx9fskyBHUruX3HnEZ2Qo5LmUawUN0_DmjZ03yaEzOLiIBogsP3uxA3RzAn6i9bLvaGbAMdVJ-CfrXz9hg/s1600/mushrooms+102b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQN-bSqDJ0PBREdEf3w4X1itjf6DGcF6vP2hoog1g1XnyxXdnks8EU_WgWyx9fskyBHUruX3HnEZ2Qo5LmUawUN0_DmjZ03yaEzOLiIBogsP3uxA3RzAn6i9bLvaGbAMdVJ-CfrXz9hg/s400/mushrooms+102b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529126298025196962" border="0" /></a>Now Patrick is just exploring without looking for plants--walking along a rotting nurse log here.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJlLvbNZk4wuPL1DWulm3R7AEIamrBfdFmUxFYL4TLyxubdpLZBXHD82NdFh8Sbke3WQbCwqpUz3Sx1WqKgU0IM7lzR7YfUYuqI7kyDI8aGNjFKpuM6w9iwZj-hNQ7g-ISCya-sGBWy8/s1600/mushrooms+103b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJlLvbNZk4wuPL1DWulm3R7AEIamrBfdFmUxFYL4TLyxubdpLZBXHD82NdFh8Sbke3WQbCwqpUz3Sx1WqKgU0IM7lzR7YfUYuqI7kyDI8aGNjFKpuM6w9iwZj-hNQ7g-ISCya-sGBWy8/s400/mushrooms+103b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529126069894645362" border="0" /></a>Do you think anyone will think I'm holding this big log up on my shoulders? I didn't think so either, but it's fun to imagine.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpZCVc40RSyYme2fVzeWbZMVX6EVQXwLaxpZGtoY2DzKww2AAi081x7xkhJobKo4M-Uz0SN3Wl7KhlemTKsm2lgkXsIjjMhm4JDlQNvN6OFqD3iYz6gUlcmYlGTS0tRDHhM74uk2tVxNg/s1600/mushrooms+119b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpZCVc40RSyYme2fVzeWbZMVX6EVQXwLaxpZGtoY2DzKww2AAi081x7xkhJobKo4M-Uz0SN3Wl7KhlemTKsm2lgkXsIjjMhm4JDlQNvN6OFqD3iYz6gUlcmYlGTS0tRDHhM74uk2tVxNg/s400/mushrooms+119b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529125830581124194" border="0" /></a>This hollowed out stump is kind of fun to play in. I think there's a red squirrel who hangs out here shelling pine cones all summer.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7voQuzPR15f0CYLSd8gtjKAtn0Q9nX2_sjhvM5kkEEK5DOoOD60oKsx2Qs2wcceHPkHwz1c6K7am9mLfeW7d8iT0yjF8rw5krqZkItn4inNC3eXuUhi9QNZVl2xQxwn2B76FeDUvFub8/s1600/mushrooms+122.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7voQuzPR15f0CYLSd8gtjKAtn0Q9nX2_sjhvM5kkEEK5DOoOD60oKsx2Qs2wcceHPkHwz1c6K7am9mLfeW7d8iT0yjF8rw5krqZkItn4inNC3eXuUhi9QNZVl2xQxwn2B76FeDUvFub8/s400/mushrooms+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529125301833188722" border="0" /></a>Gregor showed you all kinds of hidey holes like this earlier this summer. I'm finding some cool critter haunts too.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiha3tOjUNrchYVPj6ntI52zA2gGGKxpXHAOQuHfxY_AQ7koAGWEqZADJO5zlG5zp8C8g0lU_V_KlgIQeqatslX57H_Ag75jN2jU8M0Lq9WoyGfrqV3GEF6alLT7xUCwt6Hfo188QRxcno/s1600/mushrooms+123.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiha3tOjUNrchYVPj6ntI52zA2gGGKxpXHAOQuHfxY_AQ7koAGWEqZADJO5zlG5zp8C8g0lU_V_KlgIQeqatslX57H_Ag75jN2jU8M0Lq9WoyGfrqV3GEF6alLT7xUCwt6Hfo188QRxcno/s400/mushrooms+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529124905989065426" border="0" /></a>Just a swinging in the trees. That little branch doesn't look quite strong enough to hold me, but it did!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFrk0TucWhR29yaebe62orbs2CnPnmMFydPH8KfHIfR0gvlmQgO1_v17f23BCXfIyhB4pvqhtv-2wN8hBghmXpeJwIt2se9Fqy3ysklI4JsYfTSdr31aE6lV4yyUmso2ksPuBrMeP8FF4/s1600/mushrooms+124.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFrk0TucWhR29yaebe62orbs2CnPnmMFydPH8KfHIfR0gvlmQgO1_v17f23BCXfIyhB4pvqhtv-2wN8hBghmXpeJwIt2se9Fqy3ysklI4JsYfTSdr31aE6lV4yyUmso2ksPuBrMeP8FF4/s400/mushrooms+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529123944534019730" border="0" /></a>I like all the different colors of rocks you can find around here--red, yellow, and green for starters.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidjSxcL11c_UGOJDeLn-Wy0G1sXlTv1usMuen4ulYlYnyPq297SyFriTg_XluPOqmdXtm9UhQNkQ-ov_p6T2FjYxPOsV8A4WEmYJvZFVGgXycEcprGxhrB1rFqd3R8qYcqUpqwFvhw9t8/s1600/mushrooms+130.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidjSxcL11c_UGOJDeLn-Wy0G1sXlTv1usMuen4ulYlYnyPq297SyFriTg_XluPOqmdXtm9UhQNkQ-ov_p6T2FjYxPOsV8A4WEmYJvZFVGgXycEcprGxhrB1rFqd3R8qYcqUpqwFvhw9t8/s400/mushrooms+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529123057860896338" border="0" /></a><br />And finally a trip to the dock where I got to look a large mouth bass in the eye. How cool is that? Thanks for sharing my little autumn adventure with me. See you later.<br />--Patrick Terrance (a red-headed Gregor)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-67210752479470922582010-09-25T11:43:00.016-06:002010-09-25T12:51:04.699-06:00Sari Dress-up Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC28vxvfRXWWdN-yvuVFxjz7jXVX5jR9mmtQaEvkp0Ux6LbbyfooosvHCYf40AdZldKJy77aHJlFS4qpqHJNaxihpS26R4wi0__LFp5upif_zXFryIfEQrqZC40M7qs95WHbuSATWEpuY/s1600/Sari_dress-up2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC28vxvfRXWWdN-yvuVFxjz7jXVX5jR9mmtQaEvkp0Ux6LbbyfooosvHCYf40AdZldKJy77aHJlFS4qpqHJNaxihpS26R4wi0__LFp5upif_zXFryIfEQrqZC40M7qs95WHbuSATWEpuY/s400/Sari_dress-up2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520911478764999714" border="0" /></a><br />Many years ago, when MamaT was in graduate school, she lived in a house with 2 kitchens and baths and 6 bedrooms and girls. One of her housemates was from India and wore traditional dress most of the time. She was also MamaT's all time favorite cook and got her addicted to Indian curry dishes. One evening the apartment pulled out Abha's saris and played dress-up, while Abha "dressed up" in western style clothes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4utc06lWlI1hdDqLIHAu5jxxmJhdt13ll3hXObONlBqfiSXD9ZdtrK3tORrEGJr-y1xPjNXFFxhb-PqyRA8uC-xX_gu4S3IMGufqNjSJluukRdaPlvF8OsUMxLaBgqQMOreeoAeUw9wg/s1600/SashaRaffle+001.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4utc06lWlI1hdDqLIHAu5jxxmJhdt13ll3hXObONlBqfiSXD9ZdtrK3tORrEGJr-y1xPjNXFFxhb-PqyRA8uC-xX_gu4S3IMGufqNjSJluukRdaPlvF8OsUMxLaBgqQMOreeoAeUw9wg/s400/SashaRaffle+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520911365162264146" border="0" /></a><br />With this history, MamaT has always liked the Sasha Sari dolls, but they are not quite in her budget, so she thought she could make one of her brunettes into a sari doll and picked out some fabric that might make nice saris.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ArIc_Q1NA6Cxue5OYIQvvZB7OMSUA3Tr5kEhk2a_lTIc1bw9cdZ8KryrI9Rm4t9MFtuL5fWWh9ncvNYL7IYXsLZxN682TMhPaeglPMH6_PfsKqMSkeeIWFgfReguN4N_yovWSXcr_R0/s1600/sari_direct.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ArIc_Q1NA6Cxue5OYIQvvZB7OMSUA3Tr5kEhk2a_lTIc1bw9cdZ8KryrI9Rm4t9MFtuL5fWWh9ncvNYL7IYXsLZxN682TMhPaeglPMH6_PfsKqMSkeeIWFgfReguN4N_yovWSXcr_R0/s400/sari_direct.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520911147088685746" border="0" /></a><br />She also found instructions for making and wrapping saris. There is more than one way to correctly wrap a sari. She learned that a human sari is normally 45" (1.14m) by 6 yards (5.5-6m). Scaled down to Sasha size, that is about 9" (23cm) by 48" (1.2m).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6sJCQc0-FxMQk8QhCSwxaIfaUD9Aqf81k4iWlX4Dv18CpKMXd7WXYr_Snr-mOIIJZGEmmdsW06xqZ91i2wU1op5JmqF7Z5PXwb_RarC3H2SgvAWBH_A-I8tKO17j8Qhk-bP2UGy-GEfU/s1600/SariSasha+005.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6sJCQc0-FxMQk8QhCSwxaIfaUD9Aqf81k4iWlX4Dv18CpKMXd7WXYr_Snr-mOIIJZGEmmdsW06xqZ91i2wU1op5JmqF7Z5PXwb_RarC3H2SgvAWBH_A-I8tKO17j8Qhk-bP2UGy-GEfU/s400/SariSasha+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520910878336298546" border="0" /></a><br />You are supposed to have a half-slip to tuck the sari into. MamaT said she was too lazy to sew up a slip that won't be seen, so she used a rubber band instead.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgofLmqCBEFb41-MFSD8WKK8dCnmLeU55dxjtr4QKswVIQGwqlCfZn2x6V6obSffZdhgICjt1-zMiF_PS-JMQL6xoEP3uEG7tdkoSHgrbl39S7bfCWszfDq433nQtZMDF-ygPNoCf2ha8g/s1600/SariSasha+006.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgofLmqCBEFb41-MFSD8WKK8dCnmLeU55dxjtr4QKswVIQGwqlCfZn2x6V6obSffZdhgICjt1-zMiF_PS-JMQL6xoEP3uEG7tdkoSHgrbl39S7bfCWszfDq433nQtZMDF-ygPNoCf2ha8g/s400/SariSasha+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520910401613204050" border="0" /></a><br />About where the sari makes full circle around her waist, add 5-6 pleats. We hold these in place with a tiny safety pin.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGbk5HOR-et6zw4wrsvrzAkadzUPzjwQBOvczfmuCcPdOGgR4r8qeT7IFajCh-ESBFOqmFI8-dqqB5V_T3OuUXHT_yC_DOAmZscJu4TI78gK4t6q_Lgl1UKYk5hLqKmt4WiwDooH-D1M/s1600/SariSasha+016.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGbk5HOR-et6zw4wrsvrzAkadzUPzjwQBOvczfmuCcPdOGgR4r8qeT7IFajCh-ESBFOqmFI8-dqqB5V_T3OuUXHT_yC_DOAmZscJu4TI78gK4t6q_Lgl1UKYk5hLqKmt4WiwDooH-D1M/s400/SariSasha+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520910233593794882" border="0" /></a><br />Wrap the sari all the way around the waist one more time, and then throw it over her shoulder.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH78bZhfuXfqAcDWFxNRwqUfGpN5aYwMuoWMJDVXxmUAvSzhkHwD0IcE1Ev1DC_iJinlQ15W-onaEh7GvNoNOPMLNcnp6RikwTLCjFlHZHHk4XAbDqAUsvhBQCc_CGdLObdrYY-nYJX3M/s1600/SariSasha+014b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH78bZhfuXfqAcDWFxNRwqUfGpN5aYwMuoWMJDVXxmUAvSzhkHwD0IcE1Ev1DC_iJinlQ15W-onaEh7GvNoNOPMLNcnp6RikwTLCjFlHZHHk4XAbDqAUsvhBQCc_CGdLObdrYY-nYJX3M/s400/SariSasha+014b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520910060951375474" border="0" /></a>The Sari Sasha typically wears her sari over her head. It could also be left over her left shoulder, or brought around over her right shoulder, like MamaT and her housemates did. You can use another safety pin to hold the sari in place where you want it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEOG113hCK_rl5ASzcSi2fJFs0jDuaiH1i212U14M3IFLsDAn439eirp_wmjEkfjHN0E4tA0ZPYsHOZmfr33sDeUT6Mro62J0qB7j5RZ88wFyn6Cx_FL_kJRCCqFbEGVQdgsgZfg-gqA/s1600/Sasha%2520sari%2520004b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEOG113hCK_rl5ASzcSi2fJFs0jDuaiH1i212U14M3IFLsDAn439eirp_wmjEkfjHN0E4tA0ZPYsHOZmfr33sDeUT6Mro62J0qB7j5RZ88wFyn6Cx_FL_kJRCCqFbEGVQdgsgZfg-gqA/s400/Sasha%2520sari%2520004b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520909952695769506" border="0" /></a>MamaT made two dragonfly saris and auctioned one off during the festival stay-at-homers raffle a few years ago. Here is the winner, Karen's doll, modeling her prize.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUKOuGvgaaMtIBgvOiovw3oseavLbSgfPUAu1uubHkJDcwpmXwq3Z28mCvo85XDo_41nKkDR-qsEr2IL8T3dD3_zhSkHchZ6yeMBddL8NVnq7hQH4nyNdX5vAbDYcCgJ34QmEagW6WzL4/s1600/FathersDay+018b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUKOuGvgaaMtIBgvOiovw3oseavLbSgfPUAu1uubHkJDcwpmXwq3Z28mCvo85XDo_41nKkDR-qsEr2IL8T3dD3_zhSkHchZ6yeMBddL8NVnq7hQH4nyNdX5vAbDYcCgJ34QmEagW6WzL4/s400/FathersDay+018b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520909622574460498" border="0" /></a>For some years, MamaT has envisioned making sari's for all the dolls, and as our Sasha family has grown, she picked up more bits of fabric to make Saris from, but the task of making us all saris become more and more daunting. One day MamaT's granddaughter found the fabric and wrapped several of us up and made this display.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcLl4E9wS6EKn4TCR26YviPXsrYpLqWSqAovNSq4r7ZfOBNjSKEG-fDdWavhFwbuzRiSAlAfbgHx-k93G8JRoxBwAWapGtROFw4gXqRpp_wlXx7nsxgjA13Eum4RkRuJqk4rALMtBPWZ8/s1600/Sari+014.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcLl4E9wS6EKn4TCR26YviPXsrYpLqWSqAovNSq4r7ZfOBNjSKEG-fDdWavhFwbuzRiSAlAfbgHx-k93G8JRoxBwAWapGtROFw4gXqRpp_wlXx7nsxgjA13Eum4RkRuJqk4rALMtBPWZ8/s400/Sari+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520909064087687698" border="0" /></a>MamaT decided it was as good a time as any to re-enact the sari dress-up day, even if all the saris weren't neatly sewn up like she planned. At least they were all cut to size. She decided that since there were 6 models in the original Sari dress-up day, just 6 of us would suffice for the Sasha sari dress up day. So here we are!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx9pi2rvU-pQ0SzYkMnT1PnlPJUZVbRS5SGxNlHruXlBYdKd-6aYge9LUI6IC92O5-mD2bH3TReTwfgniLpAVJmSU0ygyhOcg4jiGjFqHpdJqWgnnKsRzfBgTdMJisCELsAHUj9e-_Iek/s1600/Sari_dress-up1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx9pi2rvU-pQ0SzYkMnT1PnlPJUZVbRS5SGxNlHruXlBYdKd-6aYge9LUI6IC92O5-mD2bH3TReTwfgniLpAVJmSU0ygyhOcg4jiGjFqHpdJqWgnnKsRzfBgTdMJisCELsAHUj9e-_Iek/s400/Sari_dress-up1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520923900758671746" border="0" /></a>By the way, since you might wonder, MamaT is the one in green. The Sasha link we will share today is a site in Stockport, England that still has a few Sasha dolls and accessories for sale. ABCeta Playthings.<br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="http://www.sashadolls.com/">http://www.sashadolls.com/</a><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-22952796903747485852010-08-26T21:42:00.025-06:002010-08-27T08:49:01.522-06:00Baby Sasha's Cradle<div style="text-align: center;">Shhh, Don't tell, but baby Sasha is getting a pine cradle for a birthday present. MamaT wants me to tell you she designed all by herself and built it too with a lot of help from her DH.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uLAsdvAFeC2pWUVnkr4mNytaT-RkiY8MRFvr5p1ace2vSfE_AJS54Fq67x5wmSxrPtRAUrcWkLrFFftg0L15mlCbgB_LiVRuqQpNhqLxpexSnhKd4EwTYcbeeg6jZI7u2bGqqk88fXw/s1600/SCradle+002b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uLAsdvAFeC2pWUVnkr4mNytaT-RkiY8MRFvr5p1ace2vSfE_AJS54Fq67x5wmSxrPtRAUrcWkLrFFftg0L15mlCbgB_LiVRuqQpNhqLxpexSnhKd4EwTYcbeeg6jZI7u2bGqqk88fXw/s400/SCradle+002b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509937829472056610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It is stained with a cherry wood stain.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBGE__DbxnEa6stiqRmJUUxe4XaJs3Yl1gd5kSI4tRJO2AWWK_CbmMOyf67wzfJ2NeGRFsPFLSZ4K7IE32A3UbmhJgD4vmFad6H9wfXgriY-PAX1JaieOJLVN_tSGdcT8yD0VLWbgQZVs/s1600/SCradle+003b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBGE__DbxnEa6stiqRmJUUxe4XaJs3Yl1gd5kSI4tRJO2AWWK_CbmMOyf67wzfJ2NeGRFsPFLSZ4K7IE32A3UbmhJgD4vmFad6H9wfXgriY-PAX1JaieOJLVN_tSGdcT8yD0VLWbgQZVs/s400/SCradle+003b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509937372241699730" border="0" /></a><br />The babies can't wait to try it out.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsJwPsihb8yp25tvAut_cUY1CjqeDNb47Po46EDbmE0DK41OHVBtWiscB0WvUiQr4g465q0lBscFBzxdhRYPN15vWOXw6NT9PJEt_dURikQoza71WgiJTVBqg9Bo-aOMbV3uNBIhWGbM/s1600/SCradle+006b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsJwPsihb8yp25tvAut_cUY1CjqeDNb47Po46EDbmE0DK41OHVBtWiscB0WvUiQr4g465q0lBscFBzxdhRYPN15vWOXw6NT9PJEt_dURikQoza71WgiJTVBqg9Bo-aOMbV3uNBIhWGbM/s400/SCradle+006b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509937133069081314" border="0" /></a><br />Tasha is making up the bed for the babies.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1PBSTzSxK-nXd6QmRCZ8hNeatnSNMkGRBu1c35-Rjyk2bK5997VgH2k3ksiEWqs804TXUXEnnGQReVQRsRDf842Fou1EmgpOWGO1ssXgeY0AiIMJ94f0mj5HZpgE9TFDAu8AZAMJdyCo/s1600/SCradle+010b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1PBSTzSxK-nXd6QmRCZ8hNeatnSNMkGRBu1c35-Rjyk2bK5997VgH2k3ksiEWqs804TXUXEnnGQReVQRsRDf842Fou1EmgpOWGO1ssXgeY0AiIMJ94f0mj5HZpgE9TFDAu8AZAMJdyCo/s400/SCradle+010b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509936781904667218" border="0" /></a><br />First, the mattress goes in.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7fbqwsQKI8ztKqcdoc3FgKFB89IYc-xC5P5eyol80GloUd5wb8582bz0bnL3XiJKknEFurz5h-3GQg_LiiJjjNQmWtBlxzWp0qvoretSEYbINBWtosRLhZ1YTvb2Q-ar7HTkjn3iGu8g/s1600/SCradle+011b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7fbqwsQKI8ztKqcdoc3FgKFB89IYc-xC5P5eyol80GloUd5wb8582bz0bnL3XiJKknEFurz5h-3GQg_LiiJjjNQmWtBlxzWp0qvoretSEYbINBWtosRLhZ1YTvb2Q-ar7HTkjn3iGu8g/s400/SCradle+011b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509936555503832146" border="0" /></a><br />Now to fluff up the pillow.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcNvU3oyLFjFUlSCcK2Zz7f7wEMP9qQxIo4_PtpNE4Y0G8cqzgYSj5cEgl0H-W1eLTMl8BcTQUnjobmydBOLB0Yrftps34ipZ6ZFajJmNfetcoBb306l4NWkUOlSrzlDmyVZDPaYsbvH8/s1600/SCradle+013b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcNvU3oyLFjFUlSCcK2Zz7f7wEMP9qQxIo4_PtpNE4Y0G8cqzgYSj5cEgl0H-W1eLTMl8BcTQUnjobmydBOLB0Yrftps34ipZ6ZFajJmNfetcoBb306l4NWkUOlSrzlDmyVZDPaYsbvH8/s400/SCradle+013b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509936073624970946" border="0" /></a><br />Doesn't that fleece look cozy, all in shades of pepto-bismol pink.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8fceCDazODVFUVIr3WXKn2HGGNfUFdvyHlhGOQDQZ4WuGUSg7sZ1KcS66xT3UAEqp366-PUOhdhtlBO36mCxskAb6b30Q4o5ukR-IeyqMUT1zJj5-6QfxSuigSGOQMrSDuWyLxVnCes/s1600/SCradle+014b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM8fceCDazODVFUVIr3WXKn2HGGNfUFdvyHlhGOQDQZ4WuGUSg7sZ1KcS66xT3UAEqp366-PUOhdhtlBO36mCxskAb6b30Q4o5ukR-IeyqMUT1zJj5-6QfxSuigSGOQMrSDuWyLxVnCes/s400/SCradle+014b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509935845174667810" border="0" /></a><br />Now for the matching blanket.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRm2Xb-wZYseABXh60yQGIuWhHw8fhUH8t-JiybElBzqqMHA6rPswiCgZXU10yyeyB2g7HvFkoiF0GQQ8WDWv5GXGssMHY_-0ksmBxz8ES10U6J5VRLRr-MavDE-_WOJI2KichfXYoNH8/s1600/SCradle+024b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRm2Xb-wZYseABXh60yQGIuWhHw8fhUH8t-JiybElBzqqMHA6rPswiCgZXU10yyeyB2g7HvFkoiF0GQQ8WDWv5GXGssMHY_-0ksmBxz8ES10U6J5VRLRr-MavDE-_WOJI2KichfXYoNH8/s400/SCradle+024b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509935620767040210" border="0" /></a><br />And finally, the quilt to inspire dreams of dancing fairy princesses.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKI3D9SsLmACwE5NmlGWiWppfSE-RMc0aRyZzX4zwUBdYn7k8BmeNM5aLKT8dEPUY4my4Uw5cz13sevL-c5Zt9TBeIyqKiHxiztsYZEdjMLmIyGLId5q32TuJoUZ1LJraY-aNrieNuTC0/s1600/SCradle+028b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKI3D9SsLmACwE5NmlGWiWppfSE-RMc0aRyZzX4zwUBdYn7k8BmeNM5aLKT8dEPUY4my4Uw5cz13sevL-c5Zt9TBeIyqKiHxiztsYZEdjMLmIyGLId5q32TuJoUZ1LJraY-aNrieNuTC0/s400/SCradle+028b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509935385142928050" border="0" /></a><br />After making up the bed, Tasha thought she'd try it out, but she really doesn't fit.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjpwt6lBAGiNKSL0WLKWbmPc0KXXlGEu2NYCexdbZlz22srAbRsvfaQhIQ0NaaTa7231FTEiqabSL7L6ZD9ANaivvPdysitMslueSPlXbI-dxXb6Z4R2PkqTvTCuty2Q9x-UtEdTdDZqA/s1600/SCradle+033b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjpwt6lBAGiNKSL0WLKWbmPc0KXXlGEu2NYCexdbZlz22srAbRsvfaQhIQ0NaaTa7231FTEiqabSL7L6ZD9ANaivvPdysitMslueSPlXbI-dxXb6Z4R2PkqTvTCuty2Q9x-UtEdTdDZqA/s400/SCradle+033b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509935149857312194" border="0" /></a><br />Here it is, all snugly made up and ready to surprise baby Sasha.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLwvzjVYR02A_UJDvjkUFLxU8HzSGkKw_HUfjQKHPfuMqBOhb2__tR6cZ5Cx6QcHRZeOYiosEX2h-V2DF9N3XwS7Fi8ahtEhghwB6svVdm7UvhyphenhyphenSLnmxAU6zXV4tg1TxmZ3zHPVlRqgU/s1600/SCradle+034b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLwvzjVYR02A_UJDvjkUFLxU8HzSGkKw_HUfjQKHPfuMqBOhb2__tR6cZ5Cx6QcHRZeOYiosEX2h-V2DF9N3XwS7Fi8ahtEhghwB6svVdm7UvhyphenhyphenSLnmxAU6zXV4tg1TxmZ3zHPVlRqgU/s400/SCradle+034b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509934896369032146" border="0" /></a><br />Oh, and there's a matching nightgown too!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTa0omq0WCNkO9yjL7hpM6iMcPgv-hcXQvZlw6DoDhf14gOdEjrR72ENwYsowX2yLyLk5Nz83-HZ5YDuN0G8Tf3-T3ROQF7Sqn9TsEo1y1M5-7xNmew8eQx1RoYQ8HXlrdl0lABhuA3q8/s1600/SCradle+035b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTa0omq0WCNkO9yjL7hpM6iMcPgv-hcXQvZlw6DoDhf14gOdEjrR72ENwYsowX2yLyLk5Nz83-HZ5YDuN0G8Tf3-T3ROQF7Sqn9TsEo1y1M5-7xNmew8eQx1RoYQ8HXlrdl0lABhuA3q8/s400/SCradle+035b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509934564807336850" border="0" /></a><br />Baby Cara is modeling the nightgown.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5t5cPw0S18QzaJPe3cWN8Me08IgfiQJkAuluZctnUF1PyLSMqwAVy9Vmg_Hl6Hc9eThMIDWMjZqanvAsxouavDq_5zy-kBA9NGR67JNuO45W5f_SH2pRtqRQVdhJ5NbsOZiaLCJiP3fM/s1600/SCradle+040.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5t5cPw0S18QzaJPe3cWN8Me08IgfiQJkAuluZctnUF1PyLSMqwAVy9Vmg_Hl6Hc9eThMIDWMjZqanvAsxouavDq_5zy-kBA9NGR67JNuO45W5f_SH2pRtqRQVdhJ5NbsOZiaLCJiP3fM/s400/SCradle+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509934272873710738" border="0" /></a><br />Testing the comfort level of the fleece blanket and snuggling Pepsi Koala.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvgDKe5F4a2p2AsB2yxdbo4aUN60P3FEfRpXJM9_E7XSJ1SECNqxJEjD-tO5lsb1cU7_SPqBILkJCNQA93Cn-fIeolCr5ffBfoGZParP9lKQ0KykWKSZjHjV3UII7HLhivmZ22RNDoM8/s1600/SCradle+043b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvgDKe5F4a2p2AsB2yxdbo4aUN60P3FEfRpXJM9_E7XSJ1SECNqxJEjD-tO5lsb1cU7_SPqBILkJCNQA93Cn-fIeolCr5ffBfoGZParP9lKQ0KykWKSZjHjV3UII7HLhivmZ22RNDoM8/s400/SCradle+043b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509933291532030498" border="0" /></a><br />I think Cara's eyelids are getting very heavy snuggled under the quilt there.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBCBb3I-W0tRMM9-fADFaB_IEh5fLSvaSvT4ocQU5RSzLPCM3KVplYz5DDjKq6kgOGSSpClGXgM-wYqYTqWork71d5fEtg_0wee662HtO7Pi-dtPxMRAgFhIcWvt7VxCeFKgVe4E4j1VY/s1600/SCradle+044b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBCBb3I-W0tRMM9-fADFaB_IEh5fLSvaSvT4ocQU5RSzLPCM3KVplYz5DDjKq6kgOGSSpClGXgM-wYqYTqWork71d5fEtg_0wee662HtO7Pi-dtPxMRAgFhIcWvt7VxCeFKgVe4E4j1VY/s400/SCradle+044b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509933060459926338" border="0" /></a><br />The twins fit too, snug as a pair of bugs.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2AS8FVYXTxxTI_6nzoo4f5JcqAtFDts4ipnHABcIedUhvAh4QzEnUYw8YGPLlA_kyLNcVNkCb-jH6bCTJvo4Hu3yfolZ6yHI5X_B_WjAhERDK-dletiUcJ0eXfnvJTWpt2th7zQP1dI/s1600/SCradle+049b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2AS8FVYXTxxTI_6nzoo4f5JcqAtFDts4ipnHABcIedUhvAh4QzEnUYw8YGPLlA_kyLNcVNkCb-jH6bCTJvo4Hu3yfolZ6yHI5X_B_WjAhERDK-dletiUcJ0eXfnvJTWpt2th7zQP1dI/s400/SCradle+049b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509932827591763810" border="0" /></a><br />Sandra & Margot insist on snuggling with Koko and Pepsi Koala.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6PjbfQLfxyK3FeOPN9yJ2AtW6USl1ZEZSwc994yoOXIs9kzFCWhcxv1CjakrjiDRQw_SofSY18L3yNF1NplHdote-Iie9mpJB7P3-OKT888ZfAOn6GBvjlt4_y6zxr-xbtXCz3PPEzc/s1600/SCradle+052b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6PjbfQLfxyK3FeOPN9yJ2AtW6USl1ZEZSwc994yoOXIs9kzFCWhcxv1CjakrjiDRQw_SofSY18L3yNF1NplHdote-Iie9mpJB7P3-OKT888ZfAOn6GBvjlt4_y6zxr-xbtXCz3PPEzc/s400/SCradle+052b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509932584712754962" border="0" /></a><br />Tasha plays rock-a-bye baby with the twins.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3G9NGuFN8M0U4qKByWufqWn6Cwoar0sP5jxlcdy5BHZ6X-jlqOUGkZWmNAoCWuyOGg4rR19-3RVK_YHBe8Hv_gQt1Ent45rGPFZIz6N6UzefLrvctf6GBUPQk8qkTqU_3bdaCBsbink/s1600/SCradle+057b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3G9NGuFN8M0U4qKByWufqWn6Cwoar0sP5jxlcdy5BHZ6X-jlqOUGkZWmNAoCWuyOGg4rR19-3RVK_YHBe8Hv_gQt1Ent45rGPFZIz6N6UzefLrvctf6GBUPQk8qkTqU_3bdaCBsbink/s400/SCradle+057b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509941806735082450" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is 3 a crowd? No way, we say!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhls3hBr1qpJGdl7vV8MPHjoIcRhLp5K4gOkpoCSgDBvZhypjMlInGE_r9wuNg6d35maAhZAU0yn3_Jx3C0ut4wyfpHH5KeyZmnJKAqDUUULmhqX2c34yLbB7QA6ubotE0R3lIUaVPqpjw/s1600/SCradle+064b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhls3hBr1qpJGdl7vV8MPHjoIcRhLp5K4gOkpoCSgDBvZhypjMlInGE_r9wuNg6d35maAhZAU0yn3_Jx3C0ut4wyfpHH5KeyZmnJKAqDUUULmhqX2c34yLbB7QA6ubotE0R3lIUaVPqpjw/s400/SCradle+064b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509932003609584546" border="0" /></a><br />How about 4 (or 6 counting the bears)? Well maybe it would be tough to sleep like this, but who cares about sleep when we're having this much fun?<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimeFyTD15zyuXCGhDNFTl8LA4PJAGrxGnceqJ9rFZ53rwIEbF5s3Dwo_5ikPwg7pk65ZUhpfOlnzDESZc-yb7mUVmw0EfmvU6k7cnecURvQ2qrqcujHgYAXJQirY_iK3boNODYj2e06Y0/s1600/SCradle+079b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimeFyTD15zyuXCGhDNFTl8LA4PJAGrxGnceqJ9rFZ53rwIEbF5s3Dwo_5ikPwg7pk65ZUhpfOlnzDESZc-yb7mUVmw0EfmvU6k7cnecURvQ2qrqcujHgYAXJQirY_iK3boNODYj2e06Y0/s400/SCradle+079b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509931753070783058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We can hardly wait for baby Sasha's next visit (she only comes over with MamaT's granddaughter), so we can give her the cradle!<br /></div><br />And today's link to share is by Andrea of the Doll Works. She has lots of clothes and very cool accessories to choose from, plus knitting patterns.<br /><a href="http://www.the-doll-works.com/index.html">http://www.the-doll-works.com/index.html</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-32380793865489652052010-08-22T17:16:00.010-06:002010-08-22T18:37:19.960-06:00How Tall is a Sasha Doll?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZLj3keZXsZXXwUG-afnPfl_L1eJdy-Uz4njn9585niwpn8EjxQeTzkYOyZzNH6CHFWSP6htSG5mMFTfsdFzgV4tVI8dPWAF9qa_HhnSPVFcHSnDf5cmX2uIQwnDSkAvvRxGo-XmnFRak/s1600/SashaHeight+017b.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZLj3keZXsZXXwUG-afnPfl_L1eJdy-Uz4njn9585niwpn8EjxQeTzkYOyZzNH6CHFWSP6htSG5mMFTfsdFzgV4tVI8dPWAF9qa_HhnSPVFcHSnDf5cmX2uIQwnDSkAvvRxGo-XmnFRak/s400/SashaHeight+017b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508392792731957074" border="0" /></a>We are called 16” dolls, but the book answer is that the English dolls ranged from 15.5-17” (39.4-43.2cm) and generally got taller as time went on, while German dolls were 16-16.5” tall (40-42cm).We got to comparing heights the other day just to see how we compared to each other. Do you see how much taller Lona is than I am?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So we all lined up and drew lines on the wall, and then measured the height of the lines. First time we measured, I came out the shortest of everyone. They started calling me Shrimpy Sasha. No fair. Here we are all lined up shortest to tallest with the Shrimp at the tail.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYbpUrJCUOaNSd_pZM6D9sx_9NFzvfhfKuNLOLMR2UnTziZRmnNEza-PIa7vIsRx6f7Q67AeaVaxfUMKjCuuvD0yPSYzRGqj7wlVw2uqMEtu55O0r2a16zAVHIRepEXFJF-wYmg4cxUj8/s1600/SashaHeight+026b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYbpUrJCUOaNSd_pZM6D9sx_9NFzvfhfKuNLOLMR2UnTziZRmnNEza-PIa7vIsRx6f7Q67AeaVaxfUMKjCuuvD0yPSYzRGqj7wlVw2uqMEtu55O0r2a16zAVHIRepEXFJF-wYmg4cxUj8/s400/SashaHeight+026b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508392250879113858" border="0" /></a>A week later, MamaT decided to see whether taking our shoes off would make a measureable difference. We all had our shoes on for the first round. She took my shoes off, and I stood as straight and tall as I could. Without my shoes, I was 3/8 of an inch taller than the week before. I grew! I grew! MamaT was not convinced. She muttered something about “must have measured wrong”. Then EVERYONE had to take their shoes off and line up to get measured. MamaT told us that's a lot what it's like to wait in line at an airport. I wondered if they had to measure everyone's height for some reason.<br /><br />In round two, Kiltie grew almost as much as I did, and Patrick was next. Madie shrunk by an 1/8 of an inch. I think her wig adds to her height. I am mighty tempted to call her Midget Madie, but I'll try to be nice. I didn't like being called a Shrimp. Everyone else was within 1/16 of the first measurement (but even so most “grew” with their shoes off). What this shows is that depending on how we stand, you might get slightly different answers when making measurements. For one thing our legs are not exactly the same length (like real people you know). We had several ties in the first round. In the second round, we remeasured the ties for any subtle differences and got a different height for everyone. They are posted below the photo in inches and sixteenths.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2lxsKp2g2UUMKzA2k8ibi6iOxuWCyWrv1K99UFKqT42K7G0eVCwid4QRQyS9ggFioO6kTuvmPPFSF_5eECk41mivEj0vAmPc5-MBFlUYS06Ew-bWbAwfhaI8HiLpD9AxE_YJ_OS2ybEs/s1600/SashaCradle+100b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2lxsKp2g2UUMKzA2k8ibi6iOxuWCyWrv1K99UFKqT42K7G0eVCwid4QRQyS9ggFioO6kTuvmPPFSF_5eECk41mivEj0vAmPc5-MBFlUYS06Ew-bWbAwfhaI8HiLpD9AxE_YJ_OS2ybEs/s400/SashaCradle+100b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508392056429938994" border="0" /></a>Madie 16 4/16; Angela 16 5/16; Sasha 16 7/16; Cora 16 8/16; Gregor 16 9/16; Patrick 16 10/16; Kiltie 16 11/16; Shyvonne 16 12/16; Tasha 16 13/16, and Lona 16 15/16.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuSCRgBrHUrNVVPHZMeP8VPPnnHmQVFOoYM9EOpJ5YPTGNDfoTMHGaSQuZnQ4Xjv05lbYv27VdRkqLJVp14r0SHL1H0qQVBetIp69P2DT1DpE9w1doTadV8HQR3zyf0rsH-PNYrv_bWI/s1600/SashaCradle+097b.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuSCRgBrHUrNVVPHZMeP8VPPnnHmQVFOoYM9EOpJ5YPTGNDfoTMHGaSQuZnQ4Xjv05lbYv27VdRkqLJVp14r0SHL1H0qQVBetIp69P2DT1DpE9w1doTadV8HQR3zyf0rsH-PNYrv_bWI/s400/SashaCradle+097b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508396090252234530" border="0" /></a>So in our little group we found the German dolls to be shortest. The one anomaly is Lona, who is most likely second oldest of the English dolls after me, but is indisputably the tallest at very nearly 17 inches. Everyone else seems to fit in with the theory that newer dolls were generally taller. So our little group is between 16-17” tall. That's kind of like MamaT and 3 of her sisters who are all between 5' 6” and 5' 7” tall.<br /><br />Today's link is Lisa's dolls. She offers a wide range of shoes for Sasha kids and babies, a few dolls, and Sasha hospital services for the Great Britain area.<br /><a href="http://www.lisasdolls.eu/index.html">http://www.lisasdolls.eu/index.html</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-20441307443380748262010-08-13T09:09:00.010-06:002010-08-13T10:05:38.035-06:00Trading Fashions - Sasha Style!Lately the dolls on <a href="http://sashastreet.blogspot.com/">Sasha Street</a> have been trying out a lot of fashions from other dolls. For example, the Best Friends Club (BFC) dress that we posted earlier that Lona is modeling.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6vw2rmljUb3kvEQUjpEb2SC453bcbvKOGW3x-z1tpVVYMyEZmwMVUjFVcYRyIj9TmZNkobqqg3l6OC-4ELhmjymHJqBslQUzwokKeU1wwCNNVf6TYKJWxI0cTvPTp1aik1jFvVMkXls/s1600/SashaHeight+006.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6vw2rmljUb3kvEQUjpEb2SC453bcbvKOGW3x-z1tpVVYMyEZmwMVUjFVcYRyIj9TmZNkobqqg3l6OC-4ELhmjymHJqBslQUzwokKeU1wwCNNVf6TYKJWxI0cTvPTp1aik1jFvVMkXls/s400/SashaHeight+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504916354774294162" border="0" /></a><br />Sometimes all it takes is an accessory to create a totally new look. MamaT's granddaughter loaned us this ballerina skirt, which Tasha adopted and refused to take off until it was time for Ryin to leave. Tasha has aspirations to become a dancer.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYeYaCk9k5zaY1jtfdj4MHS8cyqhY4QbNMGYPWx0K95WLSkFlphjVNb7dEKGlXA2VC9cYdEFEloaxhAWNJh3_yDeWskwMs4MycXg9Z1HSMKb4GbQglc7YWlNez3SfUKWVvEbGyKwTTMQA/s1600/Sari+021.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYeYaCk9k5zaY1jtfdj4MHS8cyqhY4QbNMGYPWx0K95WLSkFlphjVNb7dEKGlXA2VC9cYdEFEloaxhAWNJh3_yDeWskwMs4MycXg9Z1HSMKb4GbQglc7YWlNez3SfUKWVvEbGyKwTTMQA/s400/Sari+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504915692129323410" border="0" /></a><br />For poor Sasha's with a limited wardrobe, we found another way to "trade fashions." You don't so often see Sasha's wearing original Sasha outfits other than their own, so we thought we'd try swapping our original outfits around one day just for fun. For starters, we have Patrick in the pajamas outfit usually worn by blonde boys and Gregor is wearing Patrick's blue cord outfit.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7UgVrdFwx5QQHldh74AT1LeDnWhZcx896HCe0P6iJudybclp6a6Y3qDAMtw-xanK-c1nQzk9Z0YC17FyAQ-XMvNB3O-DQOh3JUumUUVL-nG2T9YcU4uI5_DWlNVW7HeqBs8iiNqvUHvc/s1600/Sari+035.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7UgVrdFwx5QQHldh74AT1LeDnWhZcx896HCe0P6iJudybclp6a6Y3qDAMtw-xanK-c1nQzk9Z0YC17FyAQ-XMvNB3O-DQOh3JUumUUVL-nG2T9YcU4uI5_DWlNVW7HeqBs8iiNqvUHvc/s400/Sari+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504914908557338098" border="0" /></a><br />Here is Tasha again without the ballerina skirt wearing Shyvonne's white dress, and Shyvonne loves Cora's flower dress. She also swiped the shoes from the BFC outfit Lona is wearing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-cVICLWckrO2kSK-_PW-5XxLBE5r72Et1SksQqt7AROJZTkGkQAHV5ejN41Yjuo86HCeMKbamvrrpPzJQyvRSl3sLURpPtmGlULuQ6WmN_dwspXlIkIlQPAP_uto1PwV_KRhm6p8ApI/s1600/Sari+029b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-cVICLWckrO2kSK-_PW-5XxLBE5r72Et1SksQqt7AROJZTkGkQAHV5ejN41Yjuo86HCeMKbamvrrpPzJQyvRSl3sLURpPtmGlULuQ6WmN_dwspXlIkIlQPAP_uto1PwV_KRhm6p8ApI/s400/Sari+029b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504914400328399730" border="0" /></a><br />Here we find Angela wearing Tasha's pinafore and Lona wearing Kiltie's dress. This was taken before she took possession of the BFC dress.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8eDlzsrEuWsXgMDtySmAtMf_XhjlFFGQTqogV89Gz09_bMxPSu63lWsLaM1eUA3Db10et9KNX55AGjcKqNpOBLOzy4__n_FB0FiMjPtfzEjm5c8Shd4Hncu0mIcLnn622fPpYIUQxFeY/s1600/Sari+026b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8eDlzsrEuWsXgMDtySmAtMf_XhjlFFGQTqogV89Gz09_bMxPSu63lWsLaM1eUA3Db10et9KNX55AGjcKqNpOBLOzy4__n_FB0FiMjPtfzEjm5c8Shd4Hncu0mIcLnn622fPpYIUQxFeY/s400/Sari+026b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504913960212779042" border="0" /></a><br />Now Cora is wearing my newer Kilt skirt. We know this should traditionally be worn with my sweater, but it is the middle of summer, and we couldn't bear to subject her to putting on a sweater this time of year, so we substituted Patrick's white shirt from the blue cord outfit. We all think Kiltie Grace looks fantastic in Angela's white dress, and yours truly is wearing Lona's pink dress.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwQtMN2GV7PY19BjTU8p8ICLi25Hq0YI0j1U6sEPIIO9bvzHtf3H60r1JvlGRqN_swpxBtmpYzT8sN_b69mF3Sch8o9lG35i7qDYYmb-06b4H1dOnuZQe4fF9E9RZex0J9MmYbi31w0w/s1600/Sari+030.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwQtMN2GV7PY19BjTU8p8ICLi25Hq0YI0j1U6sEPIIO9bvzHtf3H60r1JvlGRqN_swpxBtmpYzT8sN_b69mF3Sch8o9lG35i7qDYYmb-06b4H1dOnuZQe4fF9E9RZex0J9MmYbi31w0w/s400/Sari+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504913584890523634" border="0" /></a><br />And lastly one more group shot of the girls just for fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigcwgCSmm9cJ6z2DQz9zaK4QKQDerm4sSZJcSe2H9zFdTdMVY-TBYf46Mm8flyMpdfB_ff-9qUS4k8rrujBFE98cGvDOP81L98TftkeZkhtmf4zv0_4qnFNnJc11TqL49139ZVnOHw2CM/s1600/Sari+023b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigcwgCSmm9cJ6z2DQz9zaK4QKQDerm4sSZJcSe2H9zFdTdMVY-TBYf46Mm8flyMpdfB_ff-9qUS4k8rrujBFE98cGvDOP81L98TftkeZkhtmf4zv0_4qnFNnJc11TqL49139ZVnOHw2CM/s400/Sari+023b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504912849441134770" border="0" /></a><br />I think I've been forgetting to add an outside link to explore on my recent posts. Here's a link for exploring some beautiful fashions by Nikita at Dreaming Under the Lilacs (Eseascaper7 on Ebay). <a href="http://www.dreamingunderthelilacs.com/">http://www.dreamingunderthelilacs.com/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-27397263721150555962010-08-08T17:04:00.006-06:002010-08-08T17:25:26.458-06:00More berry pickingThe strawberries are gone, but now it's raspberry season. We've all been picking our fill, especially Shyvonne who was a little reluctant to share her haul.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPH1sojo7QnuNzo2q8C1XCe35OUVgriAw0jvQT4eLcRF6X4FbnP-sKZ32O0sqYMJJw7-RqF9nndXc3ld2Uj52btGuYrkZpvq4Zi0qkqmrozwOf_r2taJ6wN4eKD-5Pv7ZUEyI5pJQRbo/s1600/Raspberries+001b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPH1sojo7QnuNzo2q8C1XCe35OUVgriAw0jvQT4eLcRF6X4FbnP-sKZ32O0sqYMJJw7-RqF9nndXc3ld2Uj52btGuYrkZpvq4Zi0qkqmrozwOf_r2taJ6wN4eKD-5Pv7ZUEyI5pJQRbo/s400/Raspberries+001b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503181805236622514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf0Y_Q-wecwrFcmaTkHFGkdlDTx-FN8WeYfBwrJ3AZzrsYLZPzKq39dwuUGRejBWqVPQ4lD6wUm97MCKgjF_NGHL0YRSKaU1a-gWWPU8uyazn4_pW4aCOtlb8J9yHZlOICB9YcqS5KODA/s1600/Raspberries+005b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf0Y_Q-wecwrFcmaTkHFGkdlDTx-FN8WeYfBwrJ3AZzrsYLZPzKq39dwuUGRejBWqVPQ4lD6wUm97MCKgjF_NGHL0YRSKaU1a-gWWPU8uyazn4_pW4aCOtlb8J9yHZlOICB9YcqS5KODA/s400/Raspberries+005b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503181488075281442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQwYxMLJ7LKSGqIAZ03BqXIYW1xiuoSy26h0_Kn9iu-PzZBCUhF8wSwwAttdQpPhiZwg85aSwmCXgrA3AIOUxEjpOFgQ2-d78-rhiOvv3hzl2NRBDyVhyy0Jg5rCIbs6v_BE0UQh3A1xI/s1600/Raspberries+007.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQwYxMLJ7LKSGqIAZ03BqXIYW1xiuoSy26h0_Kn9iu-PzZBCUhF8wSwwAttdQpPhiZwg85aSwmCXgrA3AIOUxEjpOFgQ2-d78-rhiOvv3hzl2NRBDyVhyy0Jg5rCIbs6v_BE0UQh3A1xI/s400/Raspberries+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503179856181477122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_YfcQWN0K6NTqVF5dA208fNh2TXKNaLqUMgpARgfBC9AI9EdKF6dApJDfkWGRZe8wJzxSmfai4QkLTVgcs8eu3XPNRN67M_40nth4qpkI62oKd6d2QlbAfD8lTRusC5nwyugCSs849U/s1600/ServiceberryPie+001b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_YfcQWN0K6NTqVF5dA208fNh2TXKNaLqUMgpARgfBC9AI9EdKF6dApJDfkWGRZe8wJzxSmfai4QkLTVgcs8eu3XPNRN67M_40nth4qpkI62oKd6d2QlbAfD8lTRusC5nwyugCSs849U/s400/ServiceberryPie+001b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503182646911302418" border="0" /></a><br />We also picked serviceberries and made a pie. Mmmmm. (aka saskatoon, juneberry or sarvisberry depending on your latitude--except MamaT and her botanist friends who would call it <span style="font-style: italic;">Amelanchier alnifolia</span>.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-91564171855875043172010-07-29T21:03:00.013-06:002010-07-29T22:25:47.228-06:00Best Friends Club FashionsMamaT's granddaughter was out to visit last weekend. We love it when Ryin comes to play, because always get lots of action even if we look a bit disheveled by the end of the weekend. Ryin has a baby sundress (named Sasha after me! or is that Sasha Morgenthaler?) and she brought baby Sasha to play, so we were all excited to see her again, because she lived here for a few months before going home with Ryin. Ryin told MamaT that what she wanted most for baby Sasha was a swimming suit, and there's MamaT thinking, "Oh dear, I couldn't possibly sew a baby swimsuit, and I bet their hard to find."<br /><br />As it turns out, Uncle Ted Menten saved the day. He's been talking all about other doll lines with clothes that fit us Sasha's. (See <a href="http://sashastreet.blogspot.com/">http://sashastreet.blogspot.com</a>) Recently, he introduced the Sasha-L list follower's to the Best Friends Club line sold at K-Mart. So on an errand to town, MamaT and Ryin convinced Papa to stop at K-Mart, so they could have a look. She wasn't sure what would be there since other folks had posted they weren't stocked locally. Turns out there was a Best Friends Doll and 3 different outfits available! We passed up on the doll and the shorts outfit, because it looked like it might require altering (and later found out from UncleTed that was so), but went home with a brightly colored dress and a bathing suit. Ryin was so excited and MamaT warned her it might not fit the baby, but they tried it, and it DID fit (with only a few stitches to take in the straps in the back). Now we have a happy Sasha baby, happy Ryin and happy MamaT!<br />And here's the results....<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteOVPLkQc5yFOEqOYXDzI2pPgJwTxOb_hyuXUAHcWtU_aIH38hiLhdBv3emGiUlGgJajupeRu9KEVJAAKWo5nKMuSDueN-73S35B7AQfk-FPIbqTZN3ayBGZeY8R6qLICWIT06K05_NU/s1600/Sari+069.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteOVPLkQc5yFOEqOYXDzI2pPgJwTxOb_hyuXUAHcWtU_aIH38hiLhdBv3emGiUlGgJajupeRu9KEVJAAKWo5nKMuSDueN-73S35B7AQfk-FPIbqTZN3ayBGZeY8R6qLICWIT06K05_NU/s400/Sari+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499541996302484898" border="0" /></a>A sun bathing baby<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSYV4Bx7-0EBzl2PFiz2UBBBuuu5IlyUp3EiRAEU3emN8Ps6tUl_sOvDOpquCstEBQJZ6IO1e8VJA1vbhtu4ipmWI3djLuxxlmSfRzyM6L2RrNrErCq7kfnxpR_9vDDrlfWPuVQdxOM9g/s1600/Sari+064b.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSYV4Bx7-0EBzl2PFiz2UBBBuuu5IlyUp3EiRAEU3emN8Ps6tUl_sOvDOpquCstEBQJZ6IO1e8VJA1vbhtu4ipmWI3djLuxxlmSfRzyM6L2RrNrErCq7kfnxpR_9vDDrlfWPuVQdxOM9g/s400/Sari+064b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499541589800020898" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-PfN81tagorUZbAS6qTxI7lN7VvoICdQupEgH0BDRfIXATXf3wSjmA-t2y2EnSyRjx344l4sK-l7QrbbDH29gaDNSjjXq2mto6qZpkVfh7v6dHJjgjRG08_uzW82fhVMjhHh87T2d_A/s1600/Sari+048.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-PfN81tagorUZbAS6qTxI7lN7VvoICdQupEgH0BDRfIXATXf3wSjmA-t2y2EnSyRjx344l4sK-l7QrbbDH29gaDNSjjXq2mto6qZpkVfh7v6dHJjgjRG08_uzW82fhVMjhHh87T2d_A/s400/Sari+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499541410000947490" border="0" /></a>Out on the dock.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWhjgNmksmWUf119q2hy7AKqjd3wG4d35LinCjQ-80Hf1fQEIwca8f-TTMu_-D8_R7lorBI4h660Id4VzTxLaQzpALgX_btOIUsDc4-T2_X5XyL2sxRMEFVkL7w8t67CthH2QNpZJrl0/s1600/Sari+059b.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWhjgNmksmWUf119q2hy7AKqjd3wG4d35LinCjQ-80Hf1fQEIwca8f-TTMu_-D8_R7lorBI4h660Id4VzTxLaQzpALgX_btOIUsDc4-T2_X5XyL2sxRMEFVkL7w8t67CthH2QNpZJrl0/s400/Sari+059b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499540950760739282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Lona likes the Best Friends summer dress.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ryin says "Sasha can hold onto me all by herself!"<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-84229486127255674412010-07-21T21:05:00.003-06:002010-07-21T21:13:47.217-06:00Strawberry Fields<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivl-o9iU_lwii5-jsTM4bdYEVgjNitb3n6uwyPdQWpQiQhCItnu_a2eOCeDkmVhIJDa7Hah8IkF8EL_-PbTujVRj49ecOXOdWr9kzVf7uLqdeDVP9KOKawEOsbuCT4ckTkGPyQeV5_UUU/s1600/Sasha+strawberries+006b.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivl-o9iU_lwii5-jsTM4bdYEVgjNitb3n6uwyPdQWpQiQhCItnu_a2eOCeDkmVhIJDa7Hah8IkF8EL_-PbTujVRj49ecOXOdWr9kzVf7uLqdeDVP9KOKawEOsbuCT4ckTkGPyQeV5_UUU/s400/Sasha+strawberries+006b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496561630126852546" border="0" /></a>The wild strawberries are getting ripe! We've discovered that if you wait until wild strawberries are entirely ripe, some other critter will get them first, so it's best to pick them when you find them. It is my opinion that a single wild strawberry, no matter how tiny has as much or more flavor than the giant strawberries you find at the store. Picking (and eating) berries are one of the many joys of summer. This reminds me of an old nursery rhyme.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Curly locks Curly locks</span><br /><br />Curly locks, Curly locks<br />Wilt thou be mine?<br />Thou shalt not wash dishes<br />Nor yet feed the swine,<br />But sit on a cushion<br />And sew a fine seam,<br />And feed upon strawberries<br />Sugar and cream.<p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>TaraChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12945090273028710289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-90708163680994091892010-07-11T17:35:00.022-06:002010-07-11T18:40:38.802-06:00Oh, What do you do in the summer time...<div style="text-align: center;">when you're a young boy named Gregor?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">First you take a moment to smell the flowers.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkaNtoTboeqmrAzO6HHpOqq2fxN8eg0KuuI-nNWuqgYt0TkK-wPcx2J8um39y-eMnyFIvBkYRSlA1jKkAB3cpjnKhR7fXeUwpsTpy9AlTdXENRA4ue9QScIk_ZJTMBKdSK_IAeVkO4C4/s1600/Gregor+Summer+003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkaNtoTboeqmrAzO6HHpOqq2fxN8eg0KuuI-nNWuqgYt0TkK-wPcx2J8um39y-eMnyFIvBkYRSlA1jKkAB3cpjnKhR7fXeUwpsTpy9AlTdXENRA4ue9QScIk_ZJTMBKdSK_IAeVkO4C4/s400/Gregor+Summer+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492805177810338514" border="0" /></a>Then check out the wind chimes.<br />Love the dragonflies! After all they're bugs.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbS_5XkSBSJlhHyYyfToI3Kark6VK1uEH_z5jijWvvJuojWcn33lATORVGGTCEgN367tSEzdBSTQYM1FqThpZW-T8Kdm5ITN4wIpmf4yL1wQALIHrrxaiGR9KfjE6UOIaBf_nXC5bzFOk/s1600/Gregor+Summer+004.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbS_5XkSBSJlhHyYyfToI3Kark6VK1uEH_z5jijWvvJuojWcn33lATORVGGTCEgN367tSEzdBSTQYM1FqThpZW-T8Kdm5ITN4wIpmf4yL1wQALIHrrxaiGR9KfjE6UOIaBf_nXC5bzFOk/s400/Gregor+Summer+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492804688330958162" border="0" /></a>Take a ride in a canoe.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzEhnxjPYsRCj8V_k8vucadYg5nKWjsYRLzRDtu6HRTmkV6ybBNkqP5oHykH1VqE_pzYNxhYKE6ZXXIvnuIoIlaC6m8zXbRJpkNknAcai8Ft0KbbvHMti0F0Uoc4yLUAenCYw9mlupkYQ/s1600/Gregor+Summer+005.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzEhnxjPYsRCj8V_k8vucadYg5nKWjsYRLzRDtu6HRTmkV6ybBNkqP5oHykH1VqE_pzYNxhYKE6ZXXIvnuIoIlaC6m8zXbRJpkNknAcai8Ft0KbbvHMti0F0Uoc4yLUAenCYw9mlupkYQ/s400/Gregor+Summer+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492804277516333410" border="0" /></a>And throw rocks in the lake, lots of rocks, but they don't skip so well...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQmp-EUZcu_c58o0NFvbAboexQAyEriq78le0aDniU_X8if0hjehVTYYGCSh-EhaKm9mbyV5Gsx6I8vLpCftI1qqYFLwArk_B7ObvXafISr9P_hUc6Ffpb0tlN4lqBHgAACgP0tzr1P4/s1600/Gregor+Summer+006.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQmp-EUZcu_c58o0NFvbAboexQAyEriq78le0aDniU_X8if0hjehVTYYGCSh-EhaKm9mbyV5Gsx6I8vLpCftI1qqYFLwArk_B7ObvXafISr9P_hUc6Ffpb0tlN4lqBHgAACgP0tzr1P4/s400/Gregor+Summer+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492803932834024274" border="0" /></a>Now to add to my rock collection!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrN_VRfY1_iea5oFR7hz0foArGQPE0gop8ORS1KcM3FqoDx4LkYNWScpkmRgIIVvHkyfrk-69g1ZNiTmeJQIyKorjVvx7gHF2I2vn5svqKujP7Ik7Kt8OMaV4x4Tbflw_Z1Dw8w8QYB3U/s1600/Gregor+Summer+007.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrN_VRfY1_iea5oFR7hz0foArGQPE0gop8ORS1KcM3FqoDx4LkYNWScpkmRgIIVvHkyfrk-69g1ZNiTmeJQIyKorjVvx7gHF2I2vn5svqKujP7Ik7Kt8OMaV4x4Tbflw_Z1Dw8w8QYB3U/s400/Gregor+Summer+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492803543755819890" border="0" /></a>And admire my collection on this old stump.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76BSQrnrs1eCHlH5yYIDCE2EvolDjwGxoq4bLpyvoxOGD9SAlWoogOkRMTBLLTzqSrt-mNQCwM4GODkvqNLtZImC2qSdGX1Fe2VG6Pdy5BLD998iFunUYsbNVcLSJYnfyUcyOfJwU36o/s1600/Gregor+Summer+009.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76BSQrnrs1eCHlH5yYIDCE2EvolDjwGxoq4bLpyvoxOGD9SAlWoogOkRMTBLLTzqSrt-mNQCwM4GODkvqNLtZImC2qSdGX1Fe2VG6Pdy5BLD998iFunUYsbNVcLSJYnfyUcyOfJwU36o/s400/Gregor+Summer+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492803157940475922" border="0" /></a>Digging into a rotting log...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HLjXRj2oS87aPwka92W2DIHxEyIoZqaX11nP1FSg1dLQB8a3_lB-dZaecpbtLB6Fh1R-fgQ8-3X7viGpcHj0JzHwOrTKifPQdeFZF8nH_0l-7J1DCfOuAb6FrFNysf-fXd8g-OvQtv8/s1600/Gregor+Summer+011.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HLjXRj2oS87aPwka92W2DIHxEyIoZqaX11nP1FSg1dLQB8a3_lB-dZaecpbtLB6Fh1R-fgQ8-3X7viGpcHj0JzHwOrTKifPQdeFZF8nH_0l-7J1DCfOuAb6FrFNysf-fXd8g-OvQtv8/s400/Gregor+Summer+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492801895779762498" border="0" /></a>and exploring a hole with a stick.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWCfl9euldslhyuRs3kTL9Nw3NYEMHDNfGNdvDYJb_lwOUz8BSHIA00Xg901ihQp_LOC4nq3K4NddLtI8UpWbdsT1Hb7jOlPz8etauIi58IX_RvCAHAry2hIVwfAW7GjZYZghuCKwYAo/s1600/Gregor+Summer+012.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWCfl9euldslhyuRs3kTL9Nw3NYEMHDNfGNdvDYJb_lwOUz8BSHIA00Xg901ihQp_LOC4nq3K4NddLtI8UpWbdsT1Hb7jOlPz8etauIi58IX_RvCAHAry2hIVwfAW7GjZYZghuCKwYAo/s400/Gregor+Summer+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492801475780483746" border="0" /></a>I'm king of the mountain!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkHBW1ukPpl-IiFwaTqDQ4E7Kc3LZMXYWwQBrJL30oFo3KJyd8wROtUaJvCol9u4oGa1GSV-JIWC7OV36cLmbcE8EEVzPOA30TMp9a5LmszLpF7ezuRVSsOzScO-muzr_CPAV375eWPE/s1600/Gregor+Summer+013.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkHBW1ukPpl-IiFwaTqDQ4E7Kc3LZMXYWwQBrJL30oFo3KJyd8wROtUaJvCol9u4oGa1GSV-JIWC7OV36cLmbcE8EEVzPOA30TMp9a5LmszLpF7ezuRVSsOzScO-muzr_CPAV375eWPE/s400/Gregor+Summer+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492801007718502594" border="0" /></a>Giddy-up, horse-tree!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHFutxU3ZknIrhLND4X-sPLzY47WlqIzyAaM4U9zfg6bq18TNRXLQCpslKF8YzX3sEaxFkUlUHaO0WsynVGjEiHiAXD5EIsIwOKdVQdU6GvrjmC7qoR4r0x3CexI1wU70hUc9xp6BkuQ/s1600/Gregor+Summer+014.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHFutxU3ZknIrhLND4X-sPLzY47WlqIzyAaM4U9zfg6bq18TNRXLQCpslKF8YzX3sEaxFkUlUHaO0WsynVGjEiHiAXD5EIsIwOKdVQdU6GvrjmC7qoR4r0x3CexI1wU70hUc9xp6BkuQ/s400/Gregor+Summer+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492800617063842498" border="0" /></a>There's lots of trees to climb...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGuOibHYrFxfiGT0wujyHXrfQYGBvQQu5AsJ6AQVS7ZHmlsBTvorZ0GOBI11YntEIUQd6CyrmiE5nws7fc9COTdZHagAnlkVmV7DXO3_dQq2bq1hFTUeSZFAOkbRVIJJghTE9ldw9rMdM/s1600/Gregor+Summer+015.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGuOibHYrFxfiGT0wujyHXrfQYGBvQQu5AsJ6AQVS7ZHmlsBTvorZ0GOBI11YntEIUQd6CyrmiE5nws7fc9COTdZHagAnlkVmV7DXO3_dQq2bq1hFTUeSZFAOkbRVIJJghTE9ldw9rMdM/s400/Gregor+Summer+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492800251214124242" border="0" /></a>MamaT said this looked too dangerous, but I don't think so.<br />Lots of footholds in that thick bark.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB6aZEVkVItdwzeIYf6vgxHvDT3yZGYdBOuuWMVQIlY_tbKfxb8nO5zMImXIXip6lWPPJbG0bPUbYA-zS8dPfuHzVm4ZWMuTnRPsLGDtzhRF7HfPzv8AaKatNjgBjzom3QMmHnE58EmLY/s1600/Gregor+Summer+016.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB6aZEVkVItdwzeIYf6vgxHvDT3yZGYdBOuuWMVQIlY_tbKfxb8nO5zMImXIXip6lWPPJbG0bPUbYA-zS8dPfuHzVm4ZWMuTnRPsLGDtzhRF7HfPzv8AaKatNjgBjzom3QMmHnE58EmLY/s400/Gregor+Summer+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492799594696437074" border="0" /></a>Who do you suppose lives in here?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAIcw9XYCZrax215CbDiLEX_eee1-SfKZKm5ZsVINDHu-AtNudQOVmwwbcaI1G94wD2mzxK8H3gYNlPgB_ADk1VO_Dy8lwRt_hcLoj5DNLuuz6X_N84UxnZy80Ut4Uuk8hw0t2t0Vj8Js/s1600/Gregor+Summer+017.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAIcw9XYCZrax215CbDiLEX_eee1-SfKZKm5ZsVINDHu-AtNudQOVmwwbcaI1G94wD2mzxK8H3gYNlPgB_ADk1VO_Dy8lwRt_hcLoj5DNLuuz6X_N84UxnZy80Ut4Uuk8hw0t2t0Vj8Js/s400/Gregor+Summer+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492805734604050530" border="0" /></a>or here?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJA9N2m9aERkdVMDeUkociCflteqh07Wk8MpCBQa-c-fIQvumAb6IEG98c49d8K8X9qDxPmcmdDaEa3rKd_2qSIbz8l1wW7C8CvkzxbFZP0JUEaomBBjAhHAr-qE4kt7y7qtYmJp_FyHg/s1600/Gregor+Summer+018.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJA9N2m9aERkdVMDeUkociCflteqh07Wk8MpCBQa-c-fIQvumAb6IEG98c49d8K8X9qDxPmcmdDaEa3rKd_2qSIbz8l1wW7C8CvkzxbFZP0JUEaomBBjAhHAr-qE4kt7y7qtYmJp_FyHg/s400/Gregor+Summer+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492799122629644386" border="0" /></a>And what about in here?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje93yAqzMAW1-wYkE9tot40wAOSbEsjvFnEx4Ip1CyF9SUSV0XrXTLeVOtEdykzkhBB0N2YXlr26GF6Fb7Jcz2b_DJqG-GA9AbO6eVTA4KYHxCI84G96HJN-yje18wnsstJ0zFn6-1O0E/s1600/Gregor+Summer+020.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje93yAqzMAW1-wYkE9tot40wAOSbEsjvFnEx4Ip1CyF9SUSV0XrXTLeVOtEdykzkhBB0N2YXlr26GF6Fb7Jcz2b_DJqG-GA9AbO6eVTA4KYHxCI84G96HJN-yje18wnsstJ0zFn6-1O0E/s400/Gregor+Summer+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492798741927881442" border="0" /></a>Peek-a-boo!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jmbqwE7dCJw2hrOhHIgPSFOwuIrXV4CdYVGTjr-wetpk7XLFV4R2qGgChIjyXF36HT_fdYHHNe4_ZFT8ddgeZ3pnQyr29SNUmZ4PSP9dPpbYtFOClOo59wKsUpumtKW-Nxm9YTdEgyo/s1600/Gregor+Summer+057.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jmbqwE7dCJw2hrOhHIgPSFOwuIrXV4CdYVGTjr-wetpk7XLFV4R2qGgChIjyXF36HT_fdYHHNe4_ZFT8ddgeZ3pnQyr29SNUmZ4PSP9dPpbYtFOClOo59wKsUpumtKW-Nxm9YTdEgyo/s400/Gregor+Summer+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492798228623483442" border="0" /></a>Did you know this moss is called "scared cat's tail moss"?<br />Ha ha. I think that's cool.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzdk2g_xb4nAUU6qukUVwVftinxxUzqhTYvesaLwAXBU4e1-nVSe5pftSo_ly1-h7WwcG_so9ickOEQXGPEV_96EXEkNUEiyjADaRgQ259T4W_GVBVkIOZ7SAsJLhVpzloT8Wk1DiNzA/s1600/Gregor+Summer+059.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzdk2g_xb4nAUU6qukUVwVftinxxUzqhTYvesaLwAXBU4e1-nVSe5pftSo_ly1-h7WwcG_so9ickOEQXGPEV_96EXEkNUEiyjADaRgQ259T4W_GVBVkIOZ7SAsJLhVpzloT8Wk1DiNzA/s400/Gregor+Summer+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492797783308972354" border="0" /></a>Now relax and watch the clouds float by.<br />That one looks like a dragon, I think.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xhNidB2yUaGYpG9HLDL_UgHwZYttuj_iYXfolqOJRD7pihpdwAtC-TPo_AXL4qU3rByjAhM5bjsksdBLPc7UdHgmMybtdklcIj-PwwnhqFC1XYifG8kkXzIrGMuX9HwvRvV6JGYhfyA/s1600/Gregor+Summer+060.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xhNidB2yUaGYpG9HLDL_UgHwZYttuj_iYXfolqOJRD7pihpdwAtC-TPo_AXL4qU3rByjAhM5bjsksdBLPc7UdHgmMybtdklcIj-PwwnhqFC1XYifG8kkXzIrGMuX9HwvRvV6JGYhfyA/s400/Gregor+Summer+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492797235849212354" border="0" /></a>Hope you're having an absolutely terrific summer!<br />What do you do in the summertime?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-91351263018089006182010-05-31T17:19:00.013-06:002010-05-31T18:18:49.785-06:00Crafternoon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpM1ZNH0YPvsEuS3AtBIURy53PMHVEY73b8zyhQkCG_QV8Iavi3rQ5YaHL5Zea73V-hpY1p1jTAMUyDAEDbH4ySaYcVY4sHKCiLDfcdxdVLHc37dqF6pUPAfUqBeWAcvELkUmm4znA9UI/s1600/necklace+002C.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477581019229711794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpM1ZNH0YPvsEuS3AtBIURy53PMHVEY73b8zyhQkCG_QV8Iavi3rQ5YaHL5Zea73V-hpY1p1jTAMUyDAEDbH4ySaYcVY4sHKCiLDfcdxdVLHc37dqF6pUPAfUqBeWAcvELkUmm4znA9UI/s400/necklace+002C.jpg" /></a>The month has nearly passed without us making an entry here. The weather has been gloomy, and we Sasha dolls really don't like going out in the rain much. MamaT's been busy working both inside and outside and has left me free reign on the computer. One thing I've noticed about Sashaphiles is that a whole lot of them are extremely talented and creative, especially with sewing or knitting clothes for Sasha's and sometimes repainting our faces, or otherwise providing accessories for us. MamaT has made a couple of elementary attempts at sewing for us, and we hope she'll do more, and while she wouldn't call crafting her strong point, she has made a few things over the past couple of years. Today I've been going through the digital photos, and I'm going to show a few of them off to you without telling her.<br /><br />First up is a necklace MamaT made last year. It's not anything she planned on, but she was in a hobby store with her husband, and while he was talking trains in the train department, MamaT fell for the stone beads and had time to find all the other ingredients for the necklace. She loves it, and later found a perfect pair of earrings to go with it.<br /><br />Next we have a quilt square. In a weak moment, MamaT agreed to make a quilt square that in some way would represent Glacier National Park for a benefit fund raiser. She got the idea to create an image of Lake McDonald with the mountains and trees (larch and conifers) reflected in the lake. She was really happy to find fabrics at the store that worked just right with what she had imagined. She had never done applique before in her life, and so it was much harder and took hours and hours longer than she had bargained for. In the end though, she was so proud of herself she could hardly stand it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpiC5vdxcBTx-h3n2HfWtqsjYx40pvoJJJuH_9ofAbUypTJ3ZBczDBSbpLUd98xxDzxu1mk8gUCk_OrVZz3aNh_VGa4kGDPeAU_BYlv6_YxBwgqojBW58vxwQ5SB7ubdgkB6QhOqcgOlE/s1600/quiltsquarescanC.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477580905544303458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpiC5vdxcBTx-h3n2HfWtqsjYx40pvoJJJuH_9ofAbUypTJ3ZBczDBSbpLUd98xxDzxu1mk8gUCk_OrVZz3aNh_VGa4kGDPeAU_BYlv6_YxBwgqojBW58vxwQ5SB7ubdgkB6QhOqcgOlE/s400/quiltsquarescanC.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcu3YUyHrv4miZNtbE5GEssewfn6JACHk3IL3z9d4oW5ffaICnxTf9zjKdgsgulSRRaIXoAE7AxhfI7UyyWFW2rGsA1TMkr2IaIpOkR4RztKEdY1V1oWucf2LA0EBC13Tl06hZl9za3qE/s1600/curtains+031b.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: center; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477580751351286466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcu3YUyHrv4miZNtbE5GEssewfn6JACHk3IL3z9d4oW5ffaICnxTf9zjKdgsgulSRRaIXoAE7AxhfI7UyyWFW2rGsA1TMkr2IaIpOkR4RztKEdY1V1oWucf2LA0EBC13Tl06hZl9za3qE/s400/curtains+031b.jpg" /></a> Next we have a set of curtains started a couple of years ago. MamaT fell in love with the fabric, and just had to have it for her bedroom windows. When she got home, she discovered she didn't have enough fabric. She went back and bought the last of the bolt, but it still wasn't enough and she couldn't figure out a good plan B. So everything got stuffed in a drawer for a couple years. Until a few months ago when a friend came to MamaT's rescue and helped her figure out how to salvage the project and even helped a lot with the sewing. Now she needs to make a matching set for the second window....<br /><br />In the next photo you'll see a bunch of spatulas that MamaT made as Christmas gifts in December. The uppers are in poplar, and the lower set in cherry. While the poplar was pretty and easy as butter to cut, they probably won't last as long. MamaT uses these spatulas all the time. She has one in every species they've tried out including, oak, cherry, apple, birch, myrtle and poplar. The cutting boards in the backdrop were made by her dear husband.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVX4vNj0eQDAOhAaXfQ_yNx8D5AlMH5tsnBqdI6kt2p13VMM1sCCCl9HdLIi1L2KRoFxWAnbsvnKXqPsHMUS0g0abBdlpKQEuKCNIgCXg8Af5MMmHytE5W30c4G0bEKm6cbDt-dpMXik/s1600/CherryPoplarSpatulasC.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 303px; FLOAT: center; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477580526847209042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVX4vNj0eQDAOhAaXfQ_yNx8D5AlMH5tsnBqdI6kt2p13VMM1sCCCl9HdLIi1L2KRoFxWAnbsvnKXqPsHMUS0g0abBdlpKQEuKCNIgCXg8Af5MMmHytE5W30c4G0bEKm6cbDt-dpMXik/s400/CherryPoplarSpatulasC.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8s0B-ND2z7vSJuZXtXNyarOcv0dtMrjbeeaAToX6-oT56cNTBDGTX-S9mEeblu3lFzlZ1SZC5ahvxF2yVVFSQ6L54ufOSZ9zWKV3gMeHRS66oClDwFZGX1iQP14n2mNPf1T0et6Y2GoI/s1600/rack002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477580013293468178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8s0B-ND2z7vSJuZXtXNyarOcv0dtMrjbeeaAToX6-oT56cNTBDGTX-S9mEeblu3lFzlZ1SZC5ahvxF2yVVFSQ6L54ufOSZ9zWKV3gMeHRS66oClDwFZGX1iQP14n2mNPf1T0et6Y2GoI/s400/rack002.jpg" /></a><br />Several years ago, MamaT got a small window screen that she found was a perfect system for hanging earrings. After a while she found that her earrings were aggravating her metal allergy more and more and finally attributed part of the problem to the metal screen which was not helping matters. So she made this "hypo-allergenic" earring rack and replaced all her earring hooks with sterling silver or gold, and that has helped alleviate the allergy problem tremendously.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7qRj2aRkJ_ch-gKPqrxlGLG5zhg13JNYMJbuuTBzuG0K1IVL6c_uUVQGWy6yplDun52zSIcCtYHikT-PyxfyMjVJu-EZBU-WkNbF2WfcT3i9TK7LOJJEJ-EpiuKsqTRFd6_xPHqIJUQ/s1600/Mid_Dec2005+007b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477579372908516338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7qRj2aRkJ_ch-gKPqrxlGLG5zhg13JNYMJbuuTBzuG0K1IVL6c_uUVQGWy6yplDun52zSIcCtYHikT-PyxfyMjVJu-EZBU-WkNbF2WfcT3i9TK7LOJJEJ-EpiuKsqTRFd6_xPHqIJUQ/s400/Mid_Dec2005+007b.jpg" /></a><br />When MamaT moved into the house she now lives in, she painted the sunflowers on her mailbox. Last year the box was a target of random vandalism and was smashed with a framing hammer. One other box nearby (a standard plastic box) and several on a road about a mile away were also hit. Go figure.<br /><br />So when she replaced the mailbox, this time she wanted a dragonfly on it, and since the stencil wasn't very big, she added flowers and butterflies, all representing species that can be found on the property.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4Fk707VB-KvJ2qmJHUPeiImBGpm7lLS8Ao-os9BGl2wwUlEsvxc9ZZTDOfqSeRnP5hIeoTSxQSZfSVew1cBcTsR2rVF01T4_JX0SxwM4O5ltljTtOrYTezXJbXoXSuS4BLZjavwUKJc/s1600/newbox2C.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: center; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477579216379511314" border="0" alt="blue dragonfly, arnica, and tiger swallowtail" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4Fk707VB-KvJ2qmJHUPeiImBGpm7lLS8Ao-os9BGl2wwUlEsvxc9ZZTDOfqSeRnP5hIeoTSxQSZfSVew1cBcTsR2rVF01T4_JX0SxwM4O5ltljTtOrYTezXJbXoXSuS4BLZjavwUKJc/s400/newbox2C.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9fjNGmAiA4E57TsAGHQoOxfbh-Z4pvCP5-DGB5TUiJ3hFAQgnx5gzX640lv9GqZqD0ZAtWrplGs-trfPcZ0iauQpz7UAtCOy_Apu_hVRikUBNakTYPTT_g18xP38upI0_mL5DTBlRvXA/s1600/newbox1C.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: center; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477578948335770370" border="0" alt="red dragonfly, aster, and fritillary" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9fjNGmAiA4E57TsAGHQoOxfbh-Z4pvCP5-DGB5TUiJ3hFAQgnx5gzX640lv9GqZqD0ZAtWrplGs-trfPcZ0iauQpz7UAtCOy_Apu_hVRikUBNakTYPTT_g18xP38upI0_mL5DTBlRvXA/s400/newbox1C.jpg" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br />Hope you've enjoyed these. Have a great day!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-36840947103815274482010-04-09T08:23:00.012-06:002010-04-09T09:25:42.757-06:00Where in the World are all the Sasha Lovers?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4BGpFUbMuqZBkjX-8Da_5CiNYR5_dqls_hx5zSvQZCe7cKNeV_diNFustc2UPhpv9Bjafhdrx8nuZRceiwFCki27E1wzDNxt3VvqJpUv11RyAWOQk_GG2WHN6Fxif6elDEIWIPWkzrQ/s1600/Adam&Eve.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458154780321572098" border="0" alt="Tony & Mona Moni as Adam & Eve" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4BGpFUbMuqZBkjX-8Da_5CiNYR5_dqls_hx5zSvQZCe7cKNeV_diNFustc2UPhpv9Bjafhdrx8nuZRceiwFCki27E1wzDNxt3VvqJpUv11RyAWOQk_GG2WHN6Fxif6elDEIWIPWkzrQ/s400/Adam&Eve.jpg" /></a><br />Happy April! One of the fun little features we found for this blog is a map that shows where in the world this blog has had recent visits from. You can click on a map for more detail on where our visitors are from. I've been amazed by all the places we've found hits from on the map, and we've kept a running list. I thought it would be fun to make a post about this when we hit 50 countries. By the time we reached 40 different countries, the accumulation of new countries really slowed down for awhile. But we had a new little flurry last week and reached countries 48, 49, 50 and 51 all on the same day (or at least the same week--we don't check every day). Today's entry is illustrated by a few recent random shots just for fun, including the Moni dolls who posed as Adam & Eve for a recent Sunday School class. We think they're so adorable, we're leaving them in these outfits for awhile.<br /><br />I've tried to list the top ten countries in order of popularity or frequency of hits, but it's hard to tell, because I can't get percentages for the whole world at once or for all past hits--it only gives it for the most recent hits regionally, so places 6-10 and especially 10 are kind of guess. After that they will be listed in the order that I encountered them on the map.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_r-8gMB9ijZY29eWY1saBqbfUcsaAiYtUzIUhqUVZxAHHL5KqRKgAAMcE_QcLPa5cZ34mMSjSYuRSPkwNXPIA_GP9UpFkUGEkg1h7GRFPnSk_drSv5Ppq4c9u9gc9T3Yw5qnxCUbqGcY/s1600/Cora&Cara.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458144071712190530" border="0" alt="Cora & Cara" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_r-8gMB9ijZY29eWY1saBqbfUcsaAiYtUzIUhqUVZxAHHL5KqRKgAAMcE_QcLPa5cZ34mMSjSYuRSPkwNXPIA_GP9UpFkUGEkg1h7GRFPnSk_drSv5Ppq4c9u9gc9T3Yw5qnxCUbqGcY/s400/Cora&Cara.jpg" /></a> 1) United States<br />2) United Kingdom<br />3) Germany<br />4) Canada<br />5) Australia<br />6) Switzerland<br />7) France<br />8) New Zealand<br />9) Ireland<br />10) Russia<br />11) Netherlands<br />12) Belgium<br />13) Sweden<br />14) Czech Republic<br />15) Spain<br />16) Latvia<br />17) Norway<br />18) Portugal<br />19) Turkey<br />20) Greece<br />21) Bulgaria<br />22) Romania<br />23) Poland<br />24) United Arab Emirates<br />25) Iran<br />26) Saudi Arabia<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJ6A6xsJWZ-aszTHfI1ihYGkcWA9Xmisof9L73XnOQDPD_yDk4HXJ9zC-_WiNw1KdG2sfTtoN-JGrJD90YpStQuYvy_ePBhdmP1EqiQpf1q2RbjDEumFmsFjpzc5Q-oVLjrqYRVmGL8k/s1600/Sandra&Shyvonne.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458152816230605154" border="0" alt="Sandra & Shyvonne" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJ6A6xsJWZ-aszTHfI1ihYGkcWA9Xmisof9L73XnOQDPD_yDk4HXJ9zC-_WiNw1KdG2sfTtoN-JGrJD90YpStQuYvy_ePBhdmP1EqiQpf1q2RbjDEumFmsFjpzc5Q-oVLjrqYRVmGL8k/s400/Sandra&Shyvonne.jpg" /></a>27) Egypt<br />28) Oman<br />29) Finland<br />30) Denmark<br />31) Austria<br />32) Japan<br />33) South Korea<br />34) South Africa<br />35) Argentina<br />36) Chile<br />37) Israel<br />38) Italy<br />39) Brazil<br />40) Hungary<br />41) Vietnam<br />42) Taiwan<br />43) India<br />44) Ukraine<br />45) Nigeria<br />46) Phillipines<br />47) Slovakia<br />48) Slovenia<br />49) Malaysia<br />50) Guam<br />51) Mexico<br /><br />And in closing, today's link of the day is Anita Adkins' page, called Sasha World. -- <a href="http://community-2.webtv.net/gadka/sashaworld/">http://community-2.webtv.net/gadka/sashaworld/</a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqKBHoGDOczs22-S1E-zRIjezxOBS09CDIzL0bRRlTuJ51T9B2Hl2YuHvFnpitgXg0lpdSgVItPJbjzI8m1zBVQw9RfucAFE39YrsG3CPDJT0j-LcS_xAWE80WfUZXe7_WyIp7qTzgGw/s1600/MargotGracePatrick.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458154622997927074" border="0" alt="Margot, Grace & Patrick" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqKBHoGDOczs22-S1E-zRIjezxOBS09CDIzL0bRRlTuJ51T9B2Hl2YuHvFnpitgXg0lpdSgVItPJbjzI8m1zBVQw9RfucAFE39YrsG3CPDJT0j-LcS_xAWE80WfUZXe7_WyIp7qTzgGw/s400/MargotGracePatrick.jpg" /></a><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-47219303629356527112010-03-20T11:57:00.007-06:002010-03-20T14:45:11.068-06:00Crissy & Velvet CorrespondenceFor those of you who are bloggers, have you ever come across something and thought, “I've just got to blog this!” This is one of those cases. For background, I should explain that while I was the only Sasha in the house growing up, I was by no means an “only doll” or a “lonely doll”. MamaT and her closest sister, AuntieN had an array of dolls that were well loved and played with. Besides me, MamaT had a Velvet doll (no not the 1981 Sasha Velvet), but an Ideal Velvet with blonde hair that could grow and retract, and was ecstatic to receive the talking Kenner Gabbigale from Santa one year, whose stay in our home was short-lived, because her voicebox didn't work, and she had to be returned and was never replaced, much to MamaT's disappointment. AuntN had Velvet's redheaded friend, Crissy, and her favorite doll, Susan. There was an also an assortment of dolls that their older sisters had left behind, such as Shirley, Samona, Poppy, and undoubtedly others. While Poppy seems like an unusual name, there was an empty field behind their house that grew California poppies in the springtime. At least, I think it was spring. In Salinas, it was hard to tell one season from another. They and their friends also spent hours and hours playing with the Topper “Dawn” doll family. There were one or two leftover strays from the Barbie family in the box, but they didn't see nearly as much use as the Dawn dolls.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEpB2Vyf6SoJvmsVxGXjqaMLxMHjpi6cg6o_4nhO-PI4Ep7SAqUw09NXuBtLMv-a6oSFyklktrdhg4dHKVU0r-mmV51zpMeq-qcBcDfS4v-mPR0hBkrFrIrAl4JBWN-JsE8nzEZKkwoo/s1600-h/DearVelvet2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450777895473716578" border="0" alt="Dear Velvet" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEpB2Vyf6SoJvmsVxGXjqaMLxMHjpi6cg6o_4nhO-PI4Ep7SAqUw09NXuBtLMv-a6oSFyklktrdhg4dHKVU0r-mmV51zpMeq-qcBcDfS4v-mPR0hBkrFrIrAl4JBWN-JsE8nzEZKkwoo/s400/DearVelvet2.jpg" /></a>So back to today's story, we recently unearthed a note between Crissy and Velvet. Crissy's note is encoded by being written backwards, so you have to hold it up to a mirror to read, so I will transcribe it, so you don't have to get a mirror out.<br /><br />It reads: “Dear Velvet, how are you doing? I am lonesome for you. I am mad at Sosha now, because she said my hair is too long! I am best freind's with Susan again. I'll be glad when me and Sosha are freinds again tho. Who are [you] best freinds with now? Simona still? I hope so. You guys were always such good freinds. Love always, Crissy”<br /><br />I tried to retain the original spelling, which the computer is reluctant to do. It keeps trying to correct friends. How do you like that I am only mentioned because Crissy was mad at me? I don't recall saying her hair was too long. I was probably jealous. Not only did she have longer hair, but I have always been a little envious of red hair. At least she said she hoped we'd be friends again, and I think we did make up again, so I will forgive her for spelling my name wrong, and Samona's too. And now for Velvet's response, which is on the back of the same sheet.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFX9qEjQQZJ_l_gXWfzSUl7Qk9Da5_LEA5p_QEahnk6R6Jr98JLm2CBxw01oe7wwEpClJ679FlLucNQ49tG4_TYpYKMFHGIYrJPB9GUrpx6vsETntg3dLIbHu8OQ3MR_If-FTyPtyC6g/s1600-h/DearCrissy2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450777741225614514" border="0" alt="Dear Crissy" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFX9qEjQQZJ_l_gXWfzSUl7Qk9Da5_LEA5p_QEahnk6R6Jr98JLm2CBxw01oe7wwEpClJ679FlLucNQ49tG4_TYpYKMFHGIYrJPB9GUrpx6vsETntg3dLIbHu8OQ3MR_If-FTyPtyC6g/s400/DearCrissy2.jpg" /></a>“Dear Crissy, Your handwriting is neat. I stil like Sumona. I like Shirly to, too, two. I fergot wich won. Poppy is being a brat! She's crying and sayeing nobody like's her any mor all the time. Mis Mousy is acting big! She say's the biger the beter. Really the biger the worse. The other stufet animals arownd here ar o.k. tho. Love, Velvet. Picture, Shirly, Poppy, Victoria Sumona, Velvet (me), Mis Mousy, I'm the Best.”<br /><br />In some ways, Velvet's encoding is trickier than Crissy's, because the letter starts out backwards and needing a mirror to read, but as it goes along fewer and fewer of the letters are written backwards, so you can harldly read the thing either forwards or backwards. I love it where she got all the “two's” covered, but than she got the wrong “one”. I read this to the other dolls last night, and Shyvonne laughed so hard, she fell off the shelf, making a little “thunk” just as MamaT was drifting off to sleep. She saw Shyvonne had taken a dive and just left her to sleep on the floor for the whole night if you can believe that. When she reads this blog entry, she'll find out the explanation why Shyvonne fell off the shelf. To be honest, I always thought Velvet was my best friend growing up, so I have to admit I'm a little offended that she does not even mention me, or include me in her adorable drawings. But I think I should get over it, since after all these years, I'm the only one of the dolls that was kept long enough to become “real”.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1rAquDR-FbEubAn3WVpkRjOciyKaBkp0sqtr6F6BP2Vo49FughK2PFnnA6cu_MuPngUKlAfNR7pbjqsk_LjCv3bF5y8b9cDsrgwq6wQ7CCbGDq3Zn6av-QU5hnq5I_qJUkf8L4tyLjUo/s1600-h/MsMousy+003b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450777518318865778" border="0" alt="Miss Mousy says, I stand by my motto. The bigger the better." src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1rAquDR-FbEubAn3WVpkRjOciyKaBkp0sqtr6F6BP2Vo49FughK2PFnnA6cu_MuPngUKlAfNR7pbjqsk_LjCv3bF5y8b9cDsrgwq6wQ7CCbGDq3Zn6av-QU5hnq5I_qJUkf8L4tyLjUo/s400/MsMousy+003b.jpg" /></a>Miss Mousy, who also got a bit of a bad rap in Velvet's note, is also still with us, so I've included a photo of her with Sandra, who is tugging on Miss Mousy's necklace as babies will, and a purple cow from the same era, whose original name no one can recall anymore. So as you can see, Miss Mousy IS big. Don't tell Sandra, but the irresistable new romper made by Diane Scarbrough she is sporting is just on loan until we give it baby Sasha who is in need of more clothes.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8GGOYuF0CQdIoDvHQgCZmeH5NqF-VdJ7JmceUWrkKC8cCaw2meR03K6v1WEgX3S0OEkcohbl68LSS9YNUBAQSYImE5mWSVgeX6k5WzYiOycGBrLE9BUMJT-yt4EANkNaXbpz11whch3A/s1600-h/MsMousy+006b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450777053324363042" border="0" alt="toy box survivors" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8GGOYuF0CQdIoDvHQgCZmeH5NqF-VdJ7JmceUWrkKC8cCaw2meR03K6v1WEgX3S0OEkcohbl68LSS9YNUBAQSYImE5mWSVgeX6k5WzYiOycGBrLE9BUMJT-yt4EANkNaXbpz11whch3A/s400/MsMousy+006b.jpg" /></a>Just for fun, I've added one more photo of a few more old toys I used to know that somehow survived the years, including a cheerful old woman with oversized hands holding Sweet April, along with Raggedy Ann and Andy, Kanga and Roo, and one remaining Dawn doll dress, #217 Party Puffery to be precise. Most of these, we'd be willing to offer to collectors, but they are not in exceptional shape, so they will probably stay here.<br /><br />And last, before I sign off, today's link is Karen Watson's page, who has a couple dolls and some clothes patterns for sale.<br />-- <a href="http://www.bestdollclothes.com/index.html">http://www.bestdollclothes.com/index.html</a> </p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-52329641833859646202010-02-28T16:27:00.006-07:002010-02-28T17:33:16.105-07:00Sasha Memorabilia Book 4: ArticlesHello! Many apologies for not posting for so long. MamaT was out of town for two weeks this month, and we couldn't hitch a ride to the computer while she was gone. It's been awhile since I've included an entry about the Big Book of Sasha Memorabilia. I think this will be the last one, as we've already covered <a href="http://sashadollblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/sasha-memorabilia-book-3-paperdolls-and.html">paperdolls and ads</a>, <a href="http://sashadollblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-book-of-sasha-memorabilia-2-cards.html">cards</a>, and <a href="http://sashadollblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-folks-ive-been-thinking-on.html">catalogs</a>. While all of these are just a sampling of what's in the book, they give you an idea of some of the fun things to collect about Sasha besides the dolls and clothes. One thing the book does not contain much of is patterns. MamaT claims she's not much of a seamstress and doesn't know the first thing to do with knitting needles. She's made a couple of feeble attempts at sewing and fantasizes becoming more proficient at it.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJ2k3A6SHMyvLjASsWj7-J7iwJGZ33RdHSDGUbRBLljyfeFBr95Y47wGpKMfXZX0HQXknoKjjB4w7BQqT8k4YCvAUsaLlIQ_o5BoNGbXqnm_t9w-mOiWECl2vjbQg1iajpuK88nZJHjU/s1600-h/curtains+026b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443441857169518994" border="0" alt="MamaT's Top Ten" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJ2k3A6SHMyvLjASsWj7-J7iwJGZ33RdHSDGUbRBLljyfeFBr95Y47wGpKMfXZX0HQXknoKjjB4w7BQqT8k4YCvAUsaLlIQ_o5BoNGbXqnm_t9w-mOiWECl2vjbQg1iajpuK88nZJHjU/s400/curtains+026b.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Now that I've told you what today's entry is not, maybe I should say what it is. The big book contains about 30 different magazine articles ranging from 1964 to 2008. MamaT had about a half a dozen or so more that she had the nerve to part with when she sold some duplicates. There's no way to include all of the articles here, so we've photographed samples from 10 of the color articles with the best pictures. That's not to say some of the black and white articles aren't excellent. They're just not as photogenic to include here. I do recommend clicking on these photos for a close-up view.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4bjZx6P2omKSpr8XW1Oktu6YHOaf17X86uoF-TlTSD1s6NEbrdBgTgO_9KDCZWgjHaRiMz6zQbCj4SSiEImiKrqj6SauzR3DgSMTNJihskkfmGS9OVTTshli0hH-LPiZaqC6c-hLtow/s1600-h/curtains+020b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443441678645709746" border="0" alt="More photos from the same articles, same order." src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4bjZx6P2omKSpr8XW1Oktu6YHOaf17X86uoF-TlTSD1s6NEbrdBgTgO_9KDCZWgjHaRiMz6zQbCj4SSiEImiKrqj6SauzR3DgSMTNJihskkfmGS9OVTTshli0hH-LPiZaqC6c-hLtow/s400/curtains+020b.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Rather than list out MamaT's personal library here, I'll just list those photographed here and give you the following links:<br /><a href="http://www.sashadoll.com/bibli.html">Susanna Lewis' Sasha Bibliography</a>. The red dot articles are worth searching for. MamaT has all of the U.S. produced red dot articles, plus some others.<br /><a href="http://sashadollblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/sasha-resources.html">A few additional articles encountered by MamaT</a>. This entry also includes information on books and newsletters, so it's a bit long-winded.<br />Neither list is exhaustive.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZg_KzTmQUcL7tSP0TzCjZ8IfxdIB1h2Ub6unQNWR95fGZ4YScXBeJibVBRg6_TTyTa839SRi3H_51y1UvSSNffM9hIIJZ28jzi9vjBCK_YcQqYRxvkqgXEFOZENJaGJ9JH7oTv-lzmLI/s1600-h/curtains+033c.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 366px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443441459900108130" border="0" alt="The Sasha gang says hello!" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZg_KzTmQUcL7tSP0TzCjZ8IfxdIB1h2Ub6unQNWR95fGZ4YScXBeJibVBRg6_TTyTa839SRi3H_51y1UvSSNffM9hIIJZ28jzi9vjBCK_YcQqYRxvkqgXEFOZENJaGJ9JH7oTv-lzmLI/s400/curtains+033c.jpg" /></a><br />And now for the short "top ten" list.</p><p>--Menten, Ted. Great Names in Dollmaking: Sasha. Dolls, Summer l983, p. 36-39.<br />--Remise, Jac and France Broutin. The Sasha Morgenthaler Museum in Zürich, Switzerland. Doll Reader, Jun/Jul 1987, p. 126-130.<br />--Guinard, Mavis. Swiss Museum Preserves Sasha’s Magic. Dolls, Sep/Oct 1988, p. 44-47.<br />--Votaw, Anne with Barden, Ann and Knüsli, Laura. Sashas, The First Generation. Dolls, Dec/Jan 1991, cover, p. 64-72.<br />--Knüsli, Laura. Sasha Morgenthaler: Pioneer Doll Artist, 1893 to 1975. Doll Reader, Feb 1993, p. 111-116.<br />--Votaw, Anne and Knüsli, Laura. Sasha: An Entertainment and Commercial Star. Doll Reader, Aug 1996, p. 74-78.<br /></p><p>--Votaw, Anne. Sasha Morgenthaler Creates Sasha. Doll News, Summer 1999, p. 44-47.<br />--Newman, Penny. Sasha Dolls, a Story of Harmony, Simplicity and Love of Humanity. Contemporary Doll Collector April/May 2004, p. 30-35.<br />--Osborn, Dorisanne. Sasha Morgenthaler's Boys and Girls. Doll Reader, Feb. 2005, p. 24-29.<br />--Ndouop-Klajian, Ruth. Playing with Asymmetry. Doll Reader, December/January 2008, p. 62-64.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-32853819599322542612010-01-03T21:01:00.014-07:002010-01-03T21:36:27.432-07:00The Bear, the Doll, and the Wardrobe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUBA3XIZ2zgkobYu09SXxsYRHwFOyUBjOpkUBRVX4nE0cL0NHxfXf1wqv8bpyikIR64yDlAuyZgLf0hukmB38m49xzmQFeVAZUynAaZLrv8xC6sOYPLBb67MqQdZCIlN4YIewy39RTk2M/s1600-h/Wardrobe+008b.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 282px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422731471054957650" border="0" alt="wardrobe, doll & bear" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUBA3XIZ2zgkobYu09SXxsYRHwFOyUBjOpkUBRVX4nE0cL0NHxfXf1wqv8bpyikIR64yDlAuyZgLf0hukmB38m49xzmQFeVAZUynAaZLrv8xC6sOYPLBb67MqQdZCIlN4YIewy39RTk2M/s400/Wardrobe+008b.jpg" /></a>Hi, this is Lona here. Sasha says she's tired tonight, so my little friend, Pepsi Koala, and I get to introduce you to our Christmas present this year. MamaT found this nice green box at Joanne's Fabrics and left in on the table. While Pepsi and I were out exploring when the big people were away (and Cora followed us with the camera), we found the box and thought we might have a little peek inside.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsmbvXabM4h2_s5H05mim9pM0Rb5PCzHvCH-XHkASF4_F4k_LSwa7tA52W7KKe5iW_9u97qXVHGsXLUa5uuNSu62sJxlkTQK4CWJEp1R3cKgzolNW_-0SDD-OJFKzwhjLmoF9zo0GDSk/s1600-h/Wardrobe+012b.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422731243084381922" border="0" alt="I feel like Lucy entering Narnia" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsmbvXabM4h2_s5H05mim9pM0Rb5PCzHvCH-XHkASF4_F4k_LSwa7tA52W7KKe5iW_9u97qXVHGsXLUa5uuNSu62sJxlkTQK4CWJEp1R3cKgzolNW_-0SDD-OJFKzwhjLmoF9zo0GDSk/s400/Wardrobe+012b.jpg" /></a>Pepsi crawled up to the top of the box and pulled the zipper down, we opened it up wondering what sort of world might be inside, and what to our surprise, we discovered.....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcVCwI5DU2m9mKDCHWK191OL9uEdbBiYZfJbhcxFJctHEJJTkZkcI_I8b7TsbMdI1Nvd3VHKqBMKIU4yY046CGA8vqAbJfiLNC-4vEo-ZtXV1qmH2Za5KbGf58xU-XFylHwcbmcXv0Ujc/s1600-h/Wardrobe+017b.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 321px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422732932122719858" border="0" alt="Cora says, Don't touch my dress!" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcVCwI5DU2m9mKDCHWK191OL9uEdbBiYZfJbhcxFJctHEJJTkZkcI_I8b7TsbMdI1Nvd3VHKqBMKIU4yY046CGA8vqAbJfiLNC-4vEo-ZtXV1qmH2Za5KbGf58xU-XFylHwcbmcXv0Ujc/s400/Wardrobe+017b.jpg" /></a><br />SASHA CLOTHES!!! Pepsi was immediately attracted to the bear dress, but I'm partial to Cora's flower dress myself.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2el2MBD4cGV4ohW5PGPeKMnh0-FhMSIhVDxOEqSAcPhcdeFXiki1N_lFK6zKo_dJO6NnWSja9kFmmw4ahBxRpl02T9wISnraURp7QdtkTuEutQs8GBp1NyEPyVYejAZD2W4aLHSe3KUs/s1600-h/Wardrobe+029b.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422730572163370898" border="0" alt="cherry frame" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2el2MBD4cGV4ohW5PGPeKMnh0-FhMSIhVDxOEqSAcPhcdeFXiki1N_lFK6zKo_dJO6NnWSja9kFmmw4ahBxRpl02T9wISnraURp7QdtkTuEutQs8GBp1NyEPyVYejAZD2W4aLHSe3KUs/s400/Wardrobe+029b.jpg" /></a>How do you suppose they put this thing together? The day MamaT brought it home, her DH immediately set to work making a little frame to hold the extension rods, because the box isn't really hard-sided. He used cherry wood, since pine is prone to leaking resins. We wanted to know how they made the extension rods too, so we pulled one down. We discovered they used two pieces of brass tubing, one just 1/32” larger than the other and a little spring the same size as the smaller tube, so it fits inside the larger tube, but not the small one. They chose a softer (as opposed to a stiffer) spring. They got these at the hardware store.<br /><br />They made some temporary hangers out of copper wire they had laying around, which they eventually want to dip in plastic, the kind you dip your tool handles in, but that's not done yet. They just wrapped wire around a semi-triangular wooden block (with rounded corners), and wrapped the hook around the brass tubing, and trimmed it with wire cutters. Here's a link to another method for making hangers.<br /><a href="http://www.tinyzippers.com/hangers.html">http://www.tinyzippers.com/hangers.html</a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_n4CnakIxLNWsAlxd1DOLxovxVicfBgKwpkMrd-6OVi97FMHBfjPd0_yIHqkjcXCZ9HByyS_MheufUC7yeMprJ7V4pdPTfAPVElPaeYR05z-4zXV9EZY-rubInsOkBRSlJessuc6YkI0/s1600-h/Wardrobe+066b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422734480667187138" border="0" alt="extension bar and hanger" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_n4CnakIxLNWsAlxd1DOLxovxVicfBgKwpkMrd-6OVi97FMHBfjPd0_yIHqkjcXCZ9HByyS_MheufUC7yeMprJ7V4pdPTfAPVElPaeYR05z-4zXV9EZY-rubInsOkBRSlJessuc6YkI0/s400/Wardrobe+066b.jpg" /></a>Uh oh, I hear big people coming in at the door, and the clothes are all in a pile. Pepsi, we are so busted... Cora, where'd you go? Hey, we'll talk to you all again later. Lona & Pepsi Koala, signing off.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-12575030738981753112009-12-25T18:07:00.005-07:002009-12-25T18:45:08.480-07:00Sasha Hits the Big 4-0<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfE7XombqgObQulKaEf8FPCjQ-IOajSTmRbGpBZVKK5DdY3rzD1RC6dhxJ93jcjnOQhNrvl4O8FM7z-ek-ttRcofPCtJgrRiTh30bDQMP3aCTsV-SOQ8bmj9CZZ8f4ZBu7gDQzCZpBf_o/s1600-h/Sasha's+Birthday09+035.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419347173566627858" border="0" alt="Make a wish, Sasha!" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfE7XombqgObQulKaEf8FPCjQ-IOajSTmRbGpBZVKK5DdY3rzD1RC6dhxJ93jcjnOQhNrvl4O8FM7z-ek-ttRcofPCtJgrRiTh30bDQMP3aCTsV-SOQ8bmj9CZZ8f4ZBu7gDQzCZpBf_o/s400/Sasha's+Birthday09+035.jpg" /></a> Christmas Day is a wonderful day to celebrate a birthday. First of all it's the day we celebrate Jesus' birthday. Second, MamaT's closest sister was born on Christmas day, so we always had birthday cake at our house for Christmas. And while I don't know my specific manufacture date, we celebrate my birthday on Christmas day too, because that's the day I joined the family--40 years ago today! And I know, I don't look a day over 7. =) I bet a lot of Sasha's joined their families on Christmas. You'll see one more in just a moment.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimg572ykiGrMRZ3pNmRupSBlm9DcJPOgJXNf7kiQRpazPiqF0fu_x4BkFWDFxHI9V3-NPd9KGtXehM_MV5hNKEM0IMkXArIEtsQYfH_ZjHIpJpnW5NkVO5QpWiCu_44zmzzNgfMIlCPE8/s1600-h/Sasha's+Birthday09+003.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419346720438148066" border="0" alt="Don't feed the animals, Sasha." src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimg572ykiGrMRZ3pNmRupSBlm9DcJPOgJXNf7kiQRpazPiqF0fu_x4BkFWDFxHI9V3-NPd9KGtXehM_MV5hNKEM0IMkXArIEtsQYfH_ZjHIpJpnW5NkVO5QpWiCu_44zmzzNgfMIlCPE8/s400/Sasha's+Birthday09+003.jpg" /></a><br />I also got the priviledge of meeting Billie the Kiddette. She is a cousin to Billy Bowman, the Glacier National Park mascot who also has his own Blog. <a href="http://www.billyinglacierpark.com/">BillyinGlacierPark<br /></a>Billy is a mountain goat that travels all over Glacier and sometimes other places and gets his picture taken a lot. He even has a Facebook page. I asked MamaT about getting a Facebook page, and she said I wasn't old enough. Now how do you figure that? I am 40 years old now after all. I am glad no one brought out the black balloons.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPKgx2ir4dWjeFencJfPJDRwbyUeI3QUin8z4Y0-qbO3NOePd6UrQJnJlCawnaq6f3Mn7IyNWswbZ7UOiCS8pV5IUCa7aQgFmcVwKvHbgbZscaT52MQggMBANTUDl9xoEWBIQmIGTZmE/s1600-h/Sasha's+Birthday09+012.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419346244251436770" border="0" alt="Aren't they all just the sweetest things?" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPKgx2ir4dWjeFencJfPJDRwbyUeI3QUin8z4Y0-qbO3NOePd6UrQJnJlCawnaq6f3Mn7IyNWswbZ7UOiCS8pV5IUCa7aQgFmcVwKvHbgbZscaT52MQggMBANTUDl9xoEWBIQmIGTZmE/s400/Sasha's+Birthday09+012.jpg" /></a> Another Sasha was born today. MamaT's granddaughter got her first Sasha today. Remember when we introduced you to "Sunny Daisy". Well, Ryin named her Sasha--after me no doubt! I am so flattered. Well, maybe she did name her after Sasha Morgenthaler. Well, here is baby Sasha, with Ryin, Billie, and Meesha, the cat.<br /><br />We wish all you and yours a very Merry Christmas and a joyful New Year!<br />And for nostalgia's sake, I'm going to give you a link to an earlier blog post with a video clip of when MamaT first pulled me out of my can (with help from her birthday girl sister) and put me in my high chair. I miss that old high chair. I used to sit next to her at the table a lot in that thing. See <a href="http://sashadollblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-story.html">My Story</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-55470303886097660162009-12-13T16:48:00.007-07:002009-12-14T20:57:02.948-07:00MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDVwH6iLo-CUWdMd0URvo1dKM6uL9zy5YN8U1g70QBccDkC4G7I_UH7GzobWUUsHhTcQlRRYIGe8fKQl8Juw-FlDLzYhArUaCyyczZnB6OsZxouqaDzNaQLulMRIM0R8CiiCBbWeRllw/s1600-h/SashasDec09+002c.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414873532285637394" border="0" alt="This olive wood nativity scene was made in Bethlehem." src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDVwH6iLo-CUWdMd0URvo1dKM6uL9zy5YN8U1g70QBccDkC4G7I_UH7GzobWUUsHhTcQlRRYIGe8fKQl8Juw-FlDLzYhArUaCyyczZnB6OsZxouqaDzNaQLulMRIM0R8CiiCBbWeRllw/s400/SashasDec09+002c.jpg" /></a> At long last, we have gotten some decorations up here and are getting into the holiday spirit. Margot has been fascinated by the olive wood nativity scene and can't take her eyes off the little baby Jesus.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XcaNU_hXWr9La9B5rGVZ05Z1cnMote3eChT1MnC8HpDJGydlQxFGDfSe2lUk9b6FizHRfhZxVr5RUn2s2r6per9qLl3y2DaRFrfhAL-nf-fMqPxJh5n5FbsX51SEWlgztqsaRTDVBmM/s1600-h/SashasDec09+005c.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414873288292974578" border="0" alt="Click photo for a better look at this darling train set." src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XcaNU_hXWr9La9B5rGVZ05Z1cnMote3eChT1MnC8HpDJGydlQxFGDfSe2lUk9b6FizHRfhZxVr5RUn2s2r6per9qLl3y2DaRFrfhAL-nf-fMqPxJh5n5FbsX51SEWlgztqsaRTDVBmM/s400/SashasDec09+005c.jpg" /></a><br />Meanwhile, Sandra found the Lionel train set we got last year and won't let anyone else have a turn with it. Doesn't her dress make you hungry for gingerbread?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjED5KVeHLaTuQPD7JnN6QBz9qJG_LGgtek9KfIBA9wZhP_65sNxYXh4qPWXNo-eHKKQiV9hNNpsmzopoUSSYc9bdSfAMLuKmUynayQOlOegLfmI9zJVnOhvCQaRtVuooH5fWR6qkAYk88/s1600-h/SashasDec09+009c.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 248px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414872996024338754" border="0" alt="Karinne with her Christmas symbols" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjED5KVeHLaTuQPD7JnN6QBz9qJG_LGgtek9KfIBA9wZhP_65sNxYXh4qPWXNo-eHKKQiV9hNNpsmzopoUSSYc9bdSfAMLuKmUynayQOlOegLfmI9zJVnOhvCQaRtVuooH5fWR6qkAYk88/s400/SashasDec09+009c.jpg" /></a> </div><div>Angela Karinne got a new dress for the season. It was a bonus dress we got from Nadiya. She is holding a very special stocking filled with all sorts of Christmas symbols, and wants to share with you the story that goes with them.</div><br /><div align="center">*********************</div><br /><div align="center">TEACH THE CHILDREN</div><div><br />Late one Christmas Eve, I sank back, tired, but content, into my easy chair. The kids were in bed, the gifts were wrapped, the milk and cookies waited by the fireplace for Santa. As I sat back admiring the tree with its decorations, I couldn't help feeling that something important was missing. It wasn't long before the tiny twinkling tree lights lulled me to sleep. I don't know how long I slept, but all of a sudden I knew that I wasn't alone. I opened my eyes, and you can imagine my surprise when I saw Santa Claus, himself, standing next to my Christmas tree. </div><div><br />He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot just as the poem described him, but he was not the "jolly old elf" of Christmas legend. The man who stood before me looked sad and disappointed. And there were tears in his eyes. "Santa, what's wrong?" I asked, "Why are you crying?" "It's the children," Santa replied sadly. "But Santa, the children love you," I said. "Oh, I know they love me, and they love the gifts I bring them," Santa said, "but too many of the children today seem to have forgotten or somehow missed out on learning the true meaning of Christmas. And so I ask you to teach the children." </div><div><br />"Teach them what?" I asked. Santa's kind old face became soft, more gentle. His eyes began to shine with something more than tears. He spoke softly. "Teach the children the true spirit of Christmas. Teach them that the part of Christmas we can see, hear, and touch is much more than meets the eye. Teach them the symbolism behind the customs and traditions of Christmas which we now observe. Teach them what it is they truly represent."<br /></div><br /><div>"Teach the children red is the first color of Christmas” he said as he drew forth a glittering red Christmas tree ornament from his bag and placed it on the mantel. “Red was first use by the faithful to remind them of the blood which was shed by the Savior. Christ gave His life and shed His blood that everyone might have eternal life. When they see the color red, it should remind them of God's greatest gift.”</div><div><br />Santa reached into his bag and dislodged a tiny Christmas tree from its depths and set the tree on my mantle and gently hung the red ornament on it. "Teach the children about the Christmas tree. Green is the second color of Christmas. The stately evergreen, with its unchanging color, represents the hope of eternal life in Jesus. Its needles point heavenward as a reminder that mankind's thoughts should turn heavenward as well."<br /></div><br /><div>Santa reached into his bag again and pulled out a shiny star and placed it at the top of the small tree. "Teach the children the star was the heavenly sign of promise. God promised a Savior for the world and the star was the sign of the fulfillment of that promise. Teach the children that God always fulfills His promises, and that wise men still seek Him."<br /></div><br /><div>Suddenly I heard a faint tinkling sound. Santa found a silver bell in his pack and placed it on the tree. "Teach the children just as lost sheep are found by the sound of the bell, it continues to ring today for all to be guided to the fold. Teach the children that each one of us are precious to the true Shepherd, and if we follow the Savior, we will never be led astray." </div><div><br />As the soft sound of the bell faded into the night, Santa drew forth a candle and placed it on the mantle and lit it. The soft glow from its one tiny flame brightened the room. Santa whispered "Teach the children the glow of the candle represents how people can show their thanks for the gift of God's son that Christmas Eve long ago. Teach the children to follow in Christ's footsteps...to go about doing good. Teach them to let their light shine before people that all may see it and glorify God. This is what's symbolized when the colored lights shine on the tree like hundreds of bright shining lights, each of them representing one of God's precious children's light shining for all to see."</div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAiNw3dGPbNcv3Y4Bz3vi09RtnNKFKlP8i_J49ofzdgOeldDN0QBsnLRn19otHIq9sFnlOHzRFVAyGcrmOOQwYQ6SHv0Nz4YKdbxLTL8OwQr3gkvuzZ3gfRnec6zSLRTwEazeUGx92Eg/s1600-h/SashasDec09+020c.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414900665016954338" border="0" alt="At our post above the Christmas tree" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAiNw3dGPbNcv3Y4Bz3vi09RtnNKFKlP8i_J49ofzdgOeldDN0QBsnLRn19otHIq9sFnlOHzRFVAyGcrmOOQwYQ6SHv0Nz4YKdbxLTL8OwQr3gkvuzZ3gfRnec6zSLRTwEazeUGx92Eg/s400/SashasDec09+020c.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Santa turned the tree lights on and picked up a gift from under the tree. He pointed to the large bow and said, “Teach the children a bow is place on a present to remind us of the spirit of the brotherhood of mankind. We should remember that the bow is tied as people should be tied, all of us together, with bonds of goodwill toward each other. Even its very shape is symbolic, representing eternity and the eternal nature of Christ's love. It is a circle, without beginning and without end. Goodwill forever is the message of the bow." </div><br /><div>Again Santa reached into his bag and this time he brought forth a tiny red and white striped cane. As he hung it on the tree he spoke softly. "Teach the children the candy cane represents the Good Shepherd's crook, which is used to reach and lift us, who like fallen lambs, have gone astray. The red again, represents Christ's blood, which if we will follow Him, will cleanse us and make us pure and white as snow as the Savior was pure. The candy cane represents the helping hand we should show to one another. It reminds us we are our brother's keeper." </div><div><br />Santa at last brought forth a beautiful holly wreath out of his bag. “Teach the children that the wreath symbolizes the eternal nature of love—it never ceases, stops, or ends. It is one continuous round of affection. It is made of many things in many colors and reminds us of all the things of Christmas. Please teach the children.” </div><br /><div>I asked, "But where does that leave you Santa?" The tears gone now from his eyes, a smile broke over Santa's face. "Why bless you, my dear," he laughed, "I'm a symbol too. I represent the spirit of family fun and the joy of giving and receiving. If the children are taught these other things, there is no danger that I'll ever be forgotten." "I think I'm beginning to understand." "That's why I came," said Santa. "You're an adult. If you don't teach the children these things, then who will?"<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220832537524087349.post-17874749136507067182009-11-07T11:10:00.005-07:002009-11-07T12:15:02.019-07:00Pumpkin Carving Party<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4I1fB7AoytovIQWnbcKrecmL8Mv7CeFDUpz45ID-D0q0XXPgBK-8Sm0IA62b2-n6nzlmD2aQLbKSDHYE_Ed0qP0ZCIhOQhqj4T0mgYNBKHIfdK17Cxphg-T7t6uwxQXilK3bCsSJhd_Q/s1600-h/pumpkins+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401426966722782098" border="0" alt="Gregor & Patrick on Halloween night" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4I1fB7AoytovIQWnbcKrecmL8Mv7CeFDUpz45ID-D0q0XXPgBK-8Sm0IA62b2-n6nzlmD2aQLbKSDHYE_Ed0qP0ZCIhOQhqj4T0mgYNBKHIfdK17Cxphg-T7t6uwxQXilK3bCsSJhd_Q/s400/pumpkins+005.jpg" /></a><br />Fall Greetings! I managed to catch the boys on candid camera on Halloween night, though it's taken me a week to get these posted. It's been hard to get them to pose in their new clothes, although Gregor is sometimes willing to pose while doing gymnastics like standing on his head, and you might get Patrick to pose while dancing, but mostly it's hard to get them to hold still when a camera is pulled out. I wanted to show all of you their new outfits. It's a lot harder to find boy clothes available than girl clothes for Sasha dolls. Gregor is wearing a nice fall outfit by Beverly (Ebayer Bammd). I like how his shirt coordinates with the pumpkin. I have to say the pants are exceptionally well made with great details. Patrick is wearing a cute, I mean handsome (he'd probably never wear it again if I called it cute), school outfit by one of our favorite seamstresses, Diane Scarbrough (dfscarbrough). He'd look great bobbing for apples in this outfit don't you think? Except he might want to take the cap off first.<br /><br />Anyhow, I caught them surrounded by candy and busily at work on their pumpkins. The onlooking pets are a coyote (artist unknown) and a bighorn sheep by Navajo potter, Louise Goodman, who is much better known for her beautiful coil pots. Patrick is still designing the face for his jack-o-lantern and taking some harrassment from Gregor, because his "pumpkin" is really a squash, but the color is nice. Meanwhile, Gregor is diving right in to cut his pumpkin open with MamaT's leatherman. I experimented with posting larger pictures this time. I'm curious to see how they turn out.<br /><br />Happy Fall days to you all!<br />For today's parting link, here is Patty's site, who had some nice autumn clothes, mostly sold now, but nice to look at, and plenty of other clothes available to purchase or enjoy viewing. Be sure to check out George and Mabel's holiday.<br /><br />--<a href="http://www.sashawardrobe.com/index.htm">http://www.sashawardrobe.com/index.htm</a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEgcVLvmXjfD7IYHDpIL9tx6AyGMf778feRcFYPx2HhIeR2M81kFD6pSuANJthIKdDLZxg-YcIJC385mnL-O20qsLq_E37NjALCnzrHHCFWVJRfiB3D-vuK4W9J7EvJoWi5ISCX1dqxAI/s1600-h/pumpkins+010.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401426626633623442" border="0" alt="Gregor dives into pumpkin with leatherman, while wearing color coordinated shirt" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEgcVLvmXjfD7IYHDpIL9tx6AyGMf778feRcFYPx2HhIeR2M81kFD6pSuANJthIKdDLZxg-YcIJC385mnL-O20qsLq_E37NjALCnzrHHCFWVJRfiB3D-vuK4W9J7EvJoWi5ISCX1dqxAI/s400/pumpkins+010.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfpm7rZ3kG1L8Y4sVmdda4ZvJpGgr04bBcw9n6JyjY58BRPlm6iUNfBQJsVVWPBOLtlcF2RlmPTaIqotMgpc7LghPmItmYqSemDG62_hQtHuAVyQNOBmkqXIHmLfqM4iyJynJqIWOtzA/s1600-h/pumpkins+014.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401426284674653682" border="0" alt="Patrick, the artist, in fall school clothes" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfpm7rZ3kG1L8Y4sVmdda4ZvJpGgr04bBcw9n6JyjY58BRPlm6iUNfBQJsVVWPBOLtlcF2RlmPTaIqotMgpc7LghPmItmYqSemDG62_hQtHuAVyQNOBmkqXIHmLfqM4iyJynJqIWOtzA/s400/pumpkins+014.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p id="blogfeeds"><$BlogFeedsVertical$></p></div>Sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03191737615068771977noreply@blogger.com0