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Baby Doll Furniture Sets
- Baby Doll is a 1916 silent comedy film featuring Oliver Hardy.
- Denoting a style of women's clothing or sleepwear resembling that traditionally worn by a doll or young child, esp. short, high-waisted, short-sleeved dresses
- Baby Doll is a 1956 black comedy /drama film directed by Elia Kazan.Variety film review; December 5, 1956, page 6.Harrison's Reports film review; December 8, 1956, page 195.
- Bebi Dol (Cyrillic: Беби Дол, born Dragana Saric, Cyrillic: Драгана Шарић, on October 2, 1962 in Belgrade, Serbia, SFR Yugoslavia) is a Serbian female pop singer and performer. Her name is a deliberate corruption of the English Baby Doll, which she also uses in some countries to credit her records.
- Small accessories or fittings for a particular use or piece of equipment
- furnishings that make a room or other area ready for occupancy; "they had too much furniture for the small apartment"; "there was only one piece of furniture in the room"
- Furniture is the mass noun for the movable objects ('mobile' in Latin languages) intended to support various human activities such as seating and sleeping in beds, to hold objects at a convenient height for work using horizontal surfaces above the ground, or to store things.
- Furniture + 2 is the most recent EP released by American post-hardcore band Fugazi. It was recorded in January and February 2001, the same time that the band was recording their last album, The Argument, and released in October 2001 on 7" and on CD.
- A person's habitual attitude, outlook, and way of thinking
- Large movable equipment, such as tables and chairs, used to make a house, office, or other space suitable for living or working
- A collection of implements, containers, or other objects customarily used together for a specific purpose
- (set) fit(p): (usually followed by `to' or `for') on the point of or strongly disposed; "in no fit state to continue"; "fit to drop"; "laughing fit to burst"; "she was fit to scream"; "primed for a fight"; "we are set to go at any time"
- A group or collection of things that belong together, resemble one another, or are usually found together
- A group of people with common interests or occupations or of similar social status
- (set) put: put into a certain place or abstract location; "Put your things here"; "Set the tray down"; "Set the dogs on the scent of the missing children"; "Place emphasis on a certain point"
- (set) a group of things of the same kind that belong together and are so used; "a set of books"; "a set of golf clubs"; "a set of teeth"
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I'm kinda colorful.
[the degradation of a space] I’m surrounded by junk, circled in by massive amounts of decorative uselessness. Everything that crowds this space I acquired for free, either I found it or stole it or made it or someone gave it to me. Garbage blends in with possessions, lists & lists of disposable things all suffocating one tall room. Threads, buttons, ribbons, beads, jars, teapots, candles, salt shakers, soda bottles, paperclips, records, coffee cans, suitcases, stuffed animals, dollhouse furniture, paper bags, lawn ornaments, candy, other people’s clothes, fake hair, markers, envelopes, plastic spiders, ceramic frogs, potted plants, small cups, lunchboxes, voodoo dolls, impossibly small mirrors, hair clips, marbles, wiggly eyes, shoeboxes, socks, paints, jewelry, sunglasses, yo-yo’s, clocks, stamps, wind-up mice, jacks, pencil toppers, matchbooks, clothespins...when I look around at all these things I can’t ignore the intentions I had for them once & the neglect I suffocated their potential with, guilt stares back at me from every inch of clutter, I close my eyes to it. Here is a museum of waste. I am the center of the showcase. My hair a gnarled mess, my clothes stained with months worth of awful adventures, perched on the corner of a dusty couch, decorated with sleeping cats & failed art projects. Papers landing awkwardly everywhere I look, like a tiny tornado tossed them up & down & side to side durring an invisible brainstorm, unorganized notes & ideas trampled under a million sets of dirty shoes. Dishes pile up on top of eachother in towers, they look like castles scattered across a waring countryside in clusters all over floors & surfaces, decomposing food congealing on empty plates & containers, a mixture of rotten smells contaminating the air I fall asleep breathing & wake up choking on. My blankets are cold, too soaked with filth to hold any warmth, I curl into myself & shiver through the night, tossing & turning & swatting at imaginary bugs making my skin itchy & stingy. Crumbs & lint feel like glass & wire. I wake up desperate & anxious, in a panic to clean myself & my dying living space. So unbeleivably overwhelmed by the work that’s cut out for me, I leave my bedroom before anything can be done for it. I don’t even open the curtains anymore. I escape through a hole in my fence, leading to the empty house next door. Most of my cats are already there. I catch my breath on the steps of the porch. I read the bizarre messages I left myself in my sleep, when I opened my eyes there was a pen in my hand, my arms covered in sentence fragments, my desperate subconcious lashing out. In all my recent nightmares there has been a trend: I frantically try to photograph the images of my subconcious adventures while I dream them, I am always disappointed when I wake up to realize I left the camera in my head. Every night I try to go back & recover it. I guess these chicken scrath scribbles on my skin are my reaction to that. I can only make out a few words, "baby powder, pacify’d, the saddest little pajamas in the world. Drink your pediasure it’s delicious." I wish I knew why that was so important. I sit on the neighbor’s steps & transfer these notes to paper. Dizzy. Annoyed. I give up, follow my cats through a second hole on the other end of the fence, to a second empty house. This one still has some furniture. The door is unlocked. It has the exact same floorplan as our house. Only it’s much more kept up. The floors are new hardwood. The bathrooms are marble. I walk to the bedroom in the back, identical to mine. Thouroughly evacuated. Completely empty. I sit in the middle of the open floor & listen to the echoey sounds of another vacant house. All the space & silence I need to think. If my house were abandoned.
Miniatures - FINISHED!
I really rock sometimes, if I may say so. (I know, I don't suffer from modesty). I finished my initial round of miniatures for the Momoko kitchen. Mostly, they are what you saw in the work-in-progress shots, plus some random bits, like yogurt tubs made from toothpaste caps. YAY! It's just like old times in Russia, when I used to make everything for my dolls (except now I have Google, and Photoshop, and a good printer, and graphic design skillz ^_^ ) So. Who wants to know how I did these buggers? Ok. On the left we've got 3 tubs of yogurt. Labels came from tralling the Google. The lids were sort of winged - I took part of the side label and filled in where it needed it to make it into a circle. The templates were made by the age-old respected tradition of winging it. I was all set to remember my geometry, and even recalled a couple of formulas, and then I was like, oh, wtf, and wrapped a piece of paper around the cap, traced the borders, and scanned the sucker. Cans and jars came with the furniture set. I painted the tops and bottoms with silver for the cans, and the jars got golden lids. Labels are from the internet for the jars and the tomato cans. The canned fruit labels I designed in the best traditions of Re-Ment - instead of "Del Monte" the label reads "Ful Monte" ^_^ The soap thing came with the set. It used to be lavender ^_^ The bottles started out as dirty ivory. The dressing bottle started its life as a hard liquor from Gloria set. I decided to rehab it, because I feel that its shape is much better suited to be a dressing bottle.