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Beatrix vs. The Easter Bunny

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Sometimes you just want to try new things. Like an Easter bunny outfit! The timing seemed pert near perfect. But Beatrix had other ideas. She wanted to be dressed in a Regency-era style. We did BOTH.


Bunny Outfit


Regency Era










Meet Beatrix! She is O.L.D. No. 00035 and you can see her adoption page HERE. Just in time for Easter!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMy sister Julie, aka The Mayor always makes fun of me when I make more than one outfit for a doll. “Do you really think people sit around changing their doll’s clothes?” she will frequently ask in her squeaky little voice.

And actually, I have no idea. I know of one woman who once made pancakes for her little dolls! I know I constantly talk to mine! They answer back. Hopefully that doesn’t make me insane…

For me, it’s fun to have the option. I’m sure they get tired of wearing the same thing, day in, day out. And in summer a bunny costume – fully lined, mind you! – would get hot!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe bunny costume was a little tricky, as I wanted the “paws” to be part the sleeves rather than having separate mittens. I’m not made of faux fur (which means I don’t have copious amounts to waste)! So I wanted to get it right the first time. Luckily, I did!

The hat for the Regency outfit was tricky as well. Was it too tall? Too short? I find I have to limit my pondering and just go for it.

rabbitcs1Of course OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI considered adding little bunny heads to the feet of the rabbit outfit, a la “A Christmas Story” but I ran out of time. That was a whole lotta sewing for one little girl!


Beatrix’ Easter basket has CHOCOLATE IN IT! For NOW.


The important thing is we are content including The Mayor, who actually has a lovely speaking voice and who has declared Beatrix to be very appealing and one of her favorites yet (which is saying a lot, because she is SKEERED of most of these sweet dolls).

Meanwhile, is there wind in Colorado? I hope so, because that’s where Wendy is going to fly her kite! Michelle’s streak continues! Thank you, Michelle!

And with that, I leave you! Happy Easter, you’re my favorite.

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The Unexpected Fall and the Joyful Crawl

Cliff4It has frequently occurred to me as time goes by that getting older is a lot like puberty. Your body is experiencing all kinds of new and unusual changes but they are to be expected whether you’re leaving childhood behind or getting one step closer to that shining light at the end of the tunnel.

For quite some time, I’d been experiencing unusual aches and pains. For example, in my “Cat Lady of Rolfe” post quite awhile back, it surprised me how much my feet had changed from when that fall happened a few years ago. Now my feet were puffy and strange. “Bah!” I cackled. “Drat!”


This is Lauren Bacall, famous actress and the love of Humphrey Bogart’s life.



Or a couple of weeks ago when I went to sit up to get out of bed, and my stomach was oddly lopsided. “Confound it!” I cried.

Or that I’ve been so tired lately and haven’t been able to walk as quickly as I’d like and my stomach’s been bothering me more and more frequently. “Those whippersnappers out there don’t know how good they have it!” I would mutter over my bowl of steamed prunes, clutching my shawl ever closer over my shoulders in the sweltering heat.


This is Aunt Bea from “The Andy Griffith Show” for you young Hooligans that don’t know any better…


I subconsciously started changing my inner persona from an older Lauren Bacall to that of Aunt Bea. Both women of a certain age, but I hope you can sense the difference I’m trying to portray. I thought this is what was supposed to happen! And I accepted it.


Because, guess what? My appendix burst! WEEKS ago! And it died! And then it came back to life and started attacking my large intestine!





And now, after an unexpected week in the hospital and over 200 stitches and 30 odd staples and 1/3 less of an intestine later I KNOW. Old age happens, yes, just not quite that fast, and not quite this early. I will be back and better than ever! It will take some time and Aunt Bea’s face, still puffy from the good fight, stares back at me when I look in the mirror and things will be a little slow going for awhile, but it will happen!

Life is Beautiful at every stage, and there’s nothing wrong with being Aunt Bea, it’s just not my time.

And speaking of time, I am so very grateful for that little voice that told me to get to the hospital. I’m sure it’s been howling at me for a long time now, but things happen for a reason – and only more time will tell.