Missing UFDC

Every year since 2015 I’ve been giving a daily blow-by-blow with photos of the adventures of the Bean and Smidge at the United Federation of Doll Club’s annual convention.  This year, it’s in Phoenix, AZ, but we aren’t there. Sad.

Smidge, Kele, and I have been enjoying our free time entertaining our visiting friend, Goobie Scopel. This week, she’s gotten to ride on our family’s baby dragon, Soot, while we stood by to make sure all went well.  Sootie can’t flame yet – too young and very slow to mature to the flame stage – so we are coaching him to be kind and gentle with resins and other dollies.  There wasn’t even an attempt to scorch anyone. Good Sootie.

Goobie and Soot

The Bean has decided to use her at-home Convention week sewing a wardrobe for a peg-wooden doll.  The doll had been used by a couple of clubs as a luncheon souvenir and as a reason for a fun workshop, the latter using the set of patterns created by friend and fellow doll club member, Susan Sirkis. The pattern set is called “Lets Sew: Wardrobe for a Wooden Doll.”

The doll is MUCH taller than we are.  She’s a bit of a giant, in fact.  We are a mere 4.5 inches, but she is 11.5.  The bean ordered her from Jonathan Green who imports them from Germany.  They are made by Judith Sotriffer.  The Bean had to wait over a month for her doll to arrive because she wanted one without curls, and they were still in production. While waiting, a dear older friend passed away, so in honor of her friend, the Bean named her doll, Miss Margaret.

So far, Miss Margaret has her split drawers, her under petticoat, and today she will get her slip. Gotta start with the basics because, as Susan wrote in her instructions, you need to make sure each new layer will fit over the old. The Bean has asked me to update all of you periodically as Miss Margaret’s wardrobe grows.

So here’s wishing a happy Convention week to all of you attending the 69th UFDC Convention in Phoenix, AZ from all of us here in blissfully cool (for now) Everett, WA.  Next year, I’ll be back, posting daily again from the Convention in Nashville, TN.

Until then, happy dolling, all. See you next week with a regular post.

We’re having a baby heat wave

In the Pacific North West, a heat wave means temps rise above 80 degrees Fahrenheit.  I know, those of you in the South are laughing at that right now (we used to laugh too), but imagine living without any AC for a moment. Your temps take on new meaning without AC, and that’s how we live out here.  Yes, there is AC in stores and businesses, but typically not in people’s homes where they spend the majority of their time.

The first floor of the Condo is not bad. The Bean keeps the shades down, and temps there rarely go above 76, so we are comfortable.  But on the 2nd floor, it’s another story.  We use fans to blow out the hot hair during the day, and reverse them to bring in the cooler night air,  But even if the outside temps drop into the 60’s or lower overnight the house seems to retain the heat of the day that got pushed up to the second floor until well into the wee hours of the morning, so trying to sleep in 80+ degrees is not fun.

I believe it was 82 or 83 yesterday, but if you understand the thermal dynamics, you know that, inside, it can easily get hotter than the day’s high temps.  We are expecting more of the same and higher for the next week.  But it all depends on what location you are in, so going even a few miles in one direction or another can make a difference.  My Auntie Glenda is nearby, but it’s always hotter at her place than ours.  In the winter, it’s colder at her house than ours.  Most interesting.

So no, we aren’t dying of heat stroke or anything, but it’s our version of our former Southeast heat wave transplanted to the Pacific Northwest.  So my advice is that, if it’s too hot or too cold where you are now, just go somewhere else.  It’s bound to be different.

It’s summer for sure.

And I’m late again…

Starting to feel a bit like the White Rabbit in Alice Through the Looking Glass.  I’m late, I’m late. I’m late for an important date (or in my case, day of the week).  Well, it’s still Friday here.

Of course this week, we had a national holiday.  For a place that doesn’t allow private fireworks, we have never heard so many large ones go off in our lives as we did this week.  Started last Sunday and have continued past the holiday, probably people picking up “sale” fireworks after the 4th.

What we have not been hearing, or at least not up close and personal, have been the coyotes.  That said, we did hear them at a distance somewhere behind us last night, and today, the Bean heard them in a wooded area behind our mailbox location, which is down a side street from our house.  They must have been near the other Condo complex that is between ours and the corner of the main road.  They were very noisy.

She likened their blend of voices to a bunch of turkeys, and today said she thinks it because they have a variety of pitches, so when they all start yipping and yapping at the same time, it comes off sounding more like a flock of fowl.  They are rather fowl, particularly at night when one is sleeping and they are close by.  Yuk.

This week, we held down the fort for the holiday while Bean went to Auntie Glenda’s.  She made the famous family preferred potato salad.  Since we adopted Auntie Glenda after she married the bean’s son, she’s one of us, and she also prefers this odd potato salad that is actually made with baking potatoes and (ready?) green olives with pimentos.  We know it sounds odd, but it tastes unbelievably good.  She brought some left-overs home for us to have.  Yum.  Being part of the family, we love it too.

Not much else to tell, but I know there’s stuff about to happen that I look forward to sharing next week.  Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy our red, white, and blue dessert.