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Oct. 21st, 2002 08:21 pmReading Humphrey Carpenter's biography of Tolkien. Keen. You have to like a popular biography this short (>300 pages) that nonetheless makes you want to go hunting for Icelandic sagas and maybe give Beowulf another chance. Maybe. Good warm-up if you're thinking about trying Perfesser T's Letters or the various History of Middle-Earth volumes. Sadly, Tolkien's lack of sexual scandal, derange-o foreign lecture tours, prison time, or spectacular bankruptcies means it's not as entertaining as Wossname's massive biography of Oscar Wilde. It's more like spending time with your Grampa. I'm assuming, of course, that your Grampa isn't one of those raving, malodorous Grampas. If so, never mind. I have no Grampa-related memories, so I just have to go by what I see in Kodak commercials.
Went out at lunchtime and found a store that sells Dawn outfits. I'm glad she's back - she's the upper-class needleuse of the doll world, a tiny little Edie Sedgwick with her giant lashes and indifferent, slightly baked expression. I'd bought one of the dolls earlier this year, and now she's got a nice little red plaid schoolgirl outfit to replace the go-go blue lamé horror she came packed in. Being Dawn, the red jersey top has a keyhole neckline to add that touch of ho that is her signature. She also gets a red plaid backpack, presumably to hold her lunch, Bloomingdale's card, and works.
Went out at lunchtime and found a store that sells Dawn outfits. I'm glad she's back - she's the upper-class needleuse of the doll world, a tiny little Edie Sedgwick with her giant lashes and indifferent, slightly baked expression. I'd bought one of the dolls earlier this year, and now she's got a nice little red plaid schoolgirl outfit to replace the go-go blue lamé horror she came packed in. Being Dawn, the red jersey top has a keyhole neckline to add that touch of ho that is her signature. She also gets a red plaid backpack, presumably to hold her lunch, Bloomingdale's card, and works.
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Date: 2002-10-21 06:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-10-21 08:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-10-21 09:15 pm (UTC)Back in the 70s, we played with Dawn more than Barbie because she was easier to bring to school in your bookbag. ;)
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Date: 2002-10-22 03:39 am (UTC)Have you tried a Pippa? Pippa is sort of the same creature as Dawn, only she's Euro-Posh, never smiles, even icier looking. She has exotic friends like Britt from Sweden. She was made by Palitoy in the UK in the 70s & 80s.
http://www.jayne.d.harsley.btinternet.co.uk/
Pippa was one of my first doll obsessions, ^^^^^ site shows me how much I have to get from eBay to get everything. Pippa has influenced my life. I heart Pippa and Dawn.
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Dammit. Now I heart Pippa, too.
My absolute favorites ever, though, are the Japanese pocket Takara Liccas that come packed in tubes. I got one at Epcot faux-Japan last year, and she just rules. Dawn/Pippa size, but with a Licca/Jenny sorta face, bendy body, and amazing micro-engineered clothing. She lives on the neck of my reading lamp, where she can throw things at the Be@rbricks. Want more.
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Date: 2002-10-22 06:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2002-10-22 06:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-10-22 07:03 am (UTC)We were only able to stop for two full and two half days as part of a deal for flying Iceland Air on our 11 day trip to Norway. Can I just say how much I adore that country too? Been there twice and want to go back again and again and again.
We spent one of our full days on horseback in lava fields. Bliss. Forget Thoroughbreds. I'm getting an Icelandic Horse next. Don't tell my horse I said that. I was greatly amused when our trail guide was worried I couldn't keep my seat because I was posting the trot.
The other full day we spent driving ourselves around the Golden Circle, and then we did the Blue Lagoon (at Mom's insistence...blah) and a little sightseeing before hopping on the plane.
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Date: 2002-10-22 07:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-10-22 11:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-10-22 12:05 pm (UTC)But then, I also think Mr Carroll gets a bum rap, since all the accounts I've read indicate that the subjects of his photographs were always chaperoned, and like so much Victorian art is a great deal creepier to us than it was to the Victorians. Yes, Reverend D., it's lovely, but you're squickin' me here - put the album away, 'kay?