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Porky pig has the last word

Dear Diary,

Jesse: When I was a kid, I used to watch the Saturday morning cartoons, my favourite being Looney Tunes.  At the end of each programme, Porky Pig would stammer, "That's all folks!" marking the end of the best part of a Saturday morning.  I thought it was an appropriate way to start the blog post as this is the last entry I'll make in this diary.
Originally, I started this blog to showcase Adam and to counter the extremely negative comments I read on the internet about him.  Angelo, who used to have his own PictureTrail account, is a regular ham and wanted his time  again in the spotlight.  The thing grew from there into what it is today.
It's now come to the point that I have to call it quits because, quite frankly, I have nothing left to say.  I am not clever or creative; when I look at other doll blogs, I see that mine sadly pales in comparison.  I have looked down the well of inspiration and found it is empty.  I don't want to end up sinking into …

His lordship, lord todd wadley

Dear Diary,
Jesse:  About 25 years ago, in the age of paper books, I read a story about a famous woman and her boy doll.  I was totally taken with the story and I never forgot it.  In fact, it was to have a huge influence on my doll play and collecting.
A couple of years ago, I was thinking about the story and I wanted to find it again.  As advancing age and retreating memory does, I couldn't remember any names and I had many of the details mixed up and incorrect.  I remembered the basic story, however, so armed with sparse information, I began the current age Google Search.  It was a hard slog, going down many dead-ends because of my incorrect remembrance of facts and the scarcity of factual information.  I refused to give up and I kept trying all kinds of combinations of information until, at last I found what I was looking for.  Eureka!  This is an abbreviate story about Joe Corsairs and Lord Tod Wadley.  (The information is taken from various internet sites.)
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A good night's sleep

Dear Diary,
Hans: Since arriving here, I've been sleeping in my chair which is like sleeping in an airplane seat, economy class.  No comfort and all bad sleep.  It didn't look like anyone was going to offer me any assistance so I decided to take matters into my own hands and go out in search of a bed.
The first bed I came across was Adam's.  I lay down to try it out.
The next bed I found was Angelo's.  Again, I gave it a test.
This wasn't going well.  There were no other beds to try.  
As I was sulking about having to sleep another night in the chair, a package arrived for me.  I was very surprised because no one had said anything about it and it wasn't my birthday.
This was indeed a mystery.  What could be coming for me all the way from France?  I hurriedly opened it.

Mein Vati must have decided that it was time for me to have my own bed.  Perfect timing as I had no intentions of another night sleeping in that chair. 
I found some antique embroidered silk doll bedding…