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Old Fashioned Baby Names For Girls


old fashioned baby names for girls
    old fashioned
  • (old-fashionedness) the property of being no longer fashionable
  • In or according to styles or types no longer current or common; not modern
  • antique: out of fashion; "a suit of rather antique appearance"; "demode (or outmoded) attire"; "outmoded ideas"
  • (of a person or their views) Favoring traditional and usually restrictive styles, ideas, or customs
  • a cocktail made of whiskey and bitters and sugar with fruit slices
    baby names
  • The most popular given names vary nationally, regionally, and culturally. Lists of widely used given names can consist of those most often bestowed upon infants born within the last year, thus reflecting the current naming trends, or else be composed of the personal names occurring most within
    girls
  • A person's daughter, esp. a young one
  • A young or relatively young woman
  • (girl) a young woman; "a young lady of 18"
  • A female child
  • (girl) daughter: a female human offspring; "her daughter cared for her in her old age"
  • (girl) female child: a youthful female person; "the baby was a girl"; "the girls were just learning to ride a tricycle"

Alice, What Mess Have You Gotten Into This Time?
Alice, What Mess Have You Gotten Into This Time?
Failed Alice in Wonderland shoot. Wtf ever. Continuing saga of As a Lark: With that thought, I, being a most stupendous young woman and one who was not afraid to take what she wanted, took what she wanted. This happened to be a bat against the fender of his car. An odd addition to a story, in any case, yes? It was the middle of the day. The pavement steamed with the humidity of the air. It was the middle of the summer. The air was so thick that it moved with you wherever you went, like a cloud. It stretched when you entered the outdoors, like elastic. In the middle of suburbia, there was not a soul outside. Often, people drove by in their own little escape pods, blasting music from their stereos and chill air from the vents. There was nobody outside though. Except me. I felt as though there might be somebody and they would be poking their pointy little eyes outside the blinds of their windows and they would see me and my schemes. Then I thought perhaps they saw the rage I was fueled by, and chose to keep away. Maybe it was the rage that kept me from seeing them. His mother’s car was gone off to a parking garage at the base of a corporation, and his father’s suburban was gone to the supermarket. His car sat idle in the driveway. There was a green bike with an old fashioned banana seat leaning against the garage door. He had said he was going to see his sister in Orlando, but yet he was still inside the house somewhere. I held a bat because I came from softball practice. It was a stupid pastime to say the least, but my mother was passionate about a sport so I had to be too. It was aluminum. It was slick by my cupped palm, but when I moved my hand my skin peeled off of it. Let me tell you that I am a psycho girl friend. But the thing was that I was still a girlfriend. I had an excuse to be angry because I was still a girlfriend. Also, since I knew him to be in there with a chick that he had been flaunting around me for the past week, I had a reason to act like a psycho, and still get sympathy from all of my friends. I knocked on the door politely. I waited. I rang the doorbell. His mother was gone. His father was gone. The bike that leaned against the siding looked like a child’s bike. A child with a taste for sixties bicycles, but a child nonetheless. What a hippie skank that I had been replaced so gradually with. The doorbell echoed in the hallway of the two-story home. I was dressed up in a striped uniform with number three on my back. My hair was back in a ponytail all except for a few sweaty strings on the back of my neck. I had on knee pads that had been pulled down to rest on my shins. I tapped the doormat with my cleats. I leaned and rested some of my weight on the aluminum bat. He was in there. He was coming out to see who it was waiting at his door. He peered out the very top of his door, where there was a window, but I was too short to be seen. He opened the door into my face, swinging it so that I had to step back so I would not get hit. “Lace!” He said. He was all dead falling rose petals and melted ice cream. “Yeah, hey,” I said, as if I was not there for any specific purpose. I scratched my head like I was trying to figure something out. I looked around while he stared at me. My eyes swept back over the banana bike and I turned back to him. “Get that for your kid sister?” “I…” He did not have a kid sister. “Yeah. Anyway, I just came from Softball. Want to hang out? Your parents are gone, right? Guess what that means.” I blinked at him. He stared. His hand was clenched around the door frame. “Umm…” “What’s wrong baby?” Well what was wrong was that I had heard from a very reliable person, actually the nosiest person I knew, that had seen that black haired girl heading around the corner early that morning. She played first base and when I touched on the block during practice she was all tongue telling me so. I knew exactly who rode a stupid green banana seat bike, but I did not tell First Base. There she was, emerging from the kitchen to his right. She soaked into the edge of frame and materialized wavering with half of her body shielded with his. Her hand went to his hip and he jumped. His eyes looked at her and asked her what the hell she was doing out of the bathroom he had hid her in, but she did not notice. “Hey hooker,” I greeted her nonchalantly. Of all three of us, he was the most surprised and the most put-off. “You’re the one with the hooker name, Lay-seee.” Her whiny words were white noise to me. “Ahhh…” he quietly said under his breath. “Lace…” I shrugged. “Like it matters.” I faltered. “Like. It. Matters.” “Ahhh…” “I’ve seen her with you for the past week, dumb ass,” I laughed. I bit my lip. “Right. I tried to tell you but…” His words fizzled out like poprocks. He had always had his words. His words had been keeping me hanging on for the past month. While he started pulling away, he kept his words close to me. “Dude,” I countered, referring to him like he was
Snow White - Pantomime Time
Snow White - Pantomime Time
Once upon a time, as a queen sits sewing at her window, she pricks her finger on her needle and a drop of blood falls on the snow that had fallen on her ebony window frame. As she looks at the blood on the snow, she says to herself, "Oh, how I wish that I had a daughter that had skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony". Soon after that, the queen gives birth to a baby girl who has skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony. They name her Princess Snow White. As soon as the child is born, the queen dies. Soon after, the king takes a new wife, who is beautiful but also very vain. The queen possesses a magical mirror that answers any question, to whom she often asks: "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who in the land is fairest of all?" to which the mirror always replies "You, my queen, are fairest of all." But when Snow White reaches the age of seven, she becomes as beautiful as the day, and when the queen asks her mirror, it responds: "Queen, you are full fair, 'tis true, but Snow White is fairer than you." Though in another version, the mirror simply replies: "Snow White is the fairest of them all." The queen becomes jealous, and orders a huntsman to take Snow White into the woods to be killed. She demands that the huntsman return with Snow White's heart as proof of her killing. The huntsman takes Snow White into the forest, but after raising his knife to stab her, he finds himself unable to kill her. Instead, he lets her go, telling her to flee and hide, and brings the queen the heart of a young deer, which is then prepared by the cook and eaten by the queen. In the forest, Snow White discovers a tiny cottage belonging to seven dwarfs, where she rests. There, the dwarfs take pity on her, saying "If you will keep house for us, and cook, make beds, wash, sew, and knit, and keep everything clean and orderly, then you can stay with us, and you shall have everything that you want." They warn her to take care and let no one in when they are away delving in the mountains. Meanwhile, the Queen asks her mirror once again "Who's the fairest of them all?", and is horrified to learn that Snow White is not only alive and well and living with the dwarfs, but is still the fairest of them all. Three times the Queen disguises herself and visits the dwarfs' cottage while they are away during the day, trying to kill Snow White. First, disguised as a peddler, the Queen offers colorful stay-laces and laces Snow White up so tight that she faints, causing the Queen to leave her for dead. Snow White is revived by the dwarfs, however, when they loosen the laces. Next, the Queen dresses as a different old woman and brushes Snow White's hair with a poisoned comb. Snow White again collapses, but again is saved by the dwarfs. Finally, the Queen makes a poisoned apple, and in the disguise of a farmer's wife, offers it to Snow White. When she is hesitant to accept it, the Queen cuts the apple in half, eats the white part and gives the poisoned red part to Snow White. She eats the apple eagerly and immediately falls into a deep stupor. When the dwarfs find her, they cannot revive her, and they place her in a glass coffin, assuming that she is dead. Time passes, and a prince traveling through the land sees Snow White. He strides to her coffin. The prince is enchanted by her beauty and instantly falls in love with her. He begs the dwarfs to let him have the coffin. The prince's servants carry the coffin away. While doing so, they stumble on some bushes and the movement causes the piece of poisoned apple to dislodge from Snow White's throat, awakening her. The prince then declares his love for her and soon a wedding is planned. The vain Queen, still believing that Snow White is dead, once again asks her mirror who is the fairest in the land, and yet again the mirror disappoints her by responding that "You, my queen, are fair; it is true. But the young queen is a thousand times fairer than you." Not knowing that this new queen was indeed her stepdaughter, she arrives at the wedding, and her heart fills with the deepest of dread when she realizes the truth. As punishment for her wicked ways, a pair of heated iron shoes are brought forth with tongs and placed before the Queen. She is then forced to step into the iron shoes and dance until she falls down dead. IMG_2705

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