my sister and i are kind of obsessed with Monster High dolls.
in part, because i have always loved monsters (since like age 5) and these are great tributes to the famous – and not famous – creepy crawly scaries of the world; and in part because they are dang cute and want to come home with us.
so i’m making a page for the lot of them. they are VERY photogenic, so i’ll be adding pictures as they come around. 😉
i’m a “collector”. have been since i was a wee thing. my sister and i collect comic books, regular books, old books, ephemera, toys, vintage finds, quirky odds and ends and broken crap we think we can fix or turn into art. it’s a fun hobby, but as of yet a disorganized one. i’m hoping to get my “poop in a group” and get more organized and stream lined so i don’t end up like this:
this is a horader. he lives down by where i walk every day. i think he owns two houses that are full of boxes, cat litter, plastic tubs, old game boards, and lots of plastic sheeting. it smells like cat piss when you walk by, and i can’t begin to imagine what it smells like INSIDE.
plus there’s this issue:
where fat, juicy groundhogs crawl up into the guys attic and run around. i saw two of them piling in there one day, but didn’t have my camera on me. so yeah…time to start cleaning house before i have zoo critters moving in!!
Ahhhh…two of my favorite things today:
Rain and Ephemera.
Sunday my sister and I went to an old book and paper show. Wow. Don’t roll your eyes so hard, they might fall out. It was cool! You should try it before making fun of me and calling me a nerd. Anyway the term is probably geek. Twice a year my town hosts the biggest book and paper show in the “midwest”, and there are treasures like 1st editions, autograhped copies of bestsellers, rare books, miniature books, and loads and loads of ephemera!
I have a thing for ephemera.
I only discovered recently that old crap like menus from resteraunts that are no longer around was called ephemera. Well I’ve been collecting this stuff forever. And at these book shows I get all the coolest stuff, like this fun book on old medicine for animals.
I wonder who this person was, and what there stay was all about. Business meeting? Clandestine rendezvous with a scandalously clad woman? Running away from a gorey murder site he doesn’t want to be connected with? Is that why he lost his appetite and never ate his meal?
And how about this treasure, my little green bottle? What fabulous medicine was in here? Nerve tonic? Opium? (yummm) Laudenum? To add to its personal value, its from an old pharmacy here in my local town.
But this is my great find of the day – nay – of years! My own Penny Dreadful, and he’s a rascally little guy…