Sailing

Hi all, how are you doing! It has been a while since I posted anything here, so I decided to change that. It's not a 'new year resolution' or anything; my publishing routine depends pretty much on how I feel.

Anyway, lately I've bought several old sailing boat miniatures of various sizes. And when I say 'miniatures' I don't mean in the usual dolls house scales 1:12 or 1:24, but rather between 50 to 75 cm (19 to 30 inches) in length.Yet, compared to a life size boat these are of course quite small! 

 

 

Today the pale afternoon sun was casting its rays on them, which led to very beautiful light and shadow effects. I took my camera and shot a few pics, one of which you see here. 

I'm not really a 'boat guy', but seeing these gems in the sunlight definitely made me dream away. Dream of sails, wind and the eternal sea...

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Merry Christmas everyone!!

 

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What's the time, little bird?

A little bird lives with me, a very special one indeed! For this little fellow is mechanical, and sits in a cage that doubles as a clock.

There is a sphere at the center of the cage sitting on a pole. It's surrounded by a ring with numbers one to twelve that mark the hours, and a red arrow moves along it very slowly, showing the time. The cage is small, less than 5 inches (12 cm) tall.

And the little bird? Well, he moves sideways, as if pecking seeds on the ground. Tick-tock, tick-tock... Never gets tired. I watch him while I work, with a smile on my face. Tempus fugit, time flies, and another day goes by, dissolving like mist in the warm rays of the sun. The little bird doesn't care, after all he has time on his side. He keeps and eye on me. Tick-tock, tick-tock...

 

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A wig for Rain.

Hi everyone, I hope you're doing well! 

I finally got a wig for my ball jointed doll Rain!! I had been looking for one for a long time, and finally got it thanks to a seller I know.

The wig is made of real, braided hair. It is quite long, and comes with two red bows. All I need to do now is make sure it fits her well (it sits a bit loose on the head) and she'll be ready to go. Well, that's figuratively speaking of course; the girl is staying with me!

 

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Frederika and Friends.

Frederika spends her days looking at me. Surrounded by her friends, she sees me work and eat and talk and watch video's on Youtube with absolute devotion.

And I cannot be bothered cos she keeps me company. That corner of the living room table would be so lonely without her, without them! Not to mention the dollies at the back. So many tiny eyes, all watching me while daydreaming dolls dreams.

 

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Afterlife.

The little marten dreams of chloroform and formaldehyde , of laudanum and glycerol, of fossils and a big scarab too.

Such is her afterlife; sitting on a branch she guards her treasures with dagger-like fangs, fast as lightning, her serpentine body the height of agility.

A born hunter, even in death so menacing and strong. Her blind eyes fixed on you, little marten of glycerol and chloroform.

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Little Troublemaker.

Don't give me that look, troublemaker, I know it was you who broke that tea cup.

Who was it, you say? "A mouse?" Sure..., because it couldn't possibly be you. could it?

Well, go tell that mouse that he better start behaving, if he doesn't want to get into BIG trouble!

Off you go. No, wait, the price for that tea cup is a kissie. There, now you can go!

She put her little arms around me and said " I love you daddy!" And off she went to more mischief, while I stayed behind with a broken cup, and a big smile on my face.

 

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