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More Vintage Patterns
Thursday, Aug 18 2005 | 0 comments
womens patterns

girls patterns

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posted by Lauren at 12:47 PM
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Girlie Alert
Thursday, Aug 18 2005 | 0 comments

doll1.gif There is something about "Make yourself a _____________" generators that just suck me in and hold me captive. No matter how creepy they are.

Candybar Dollmaker sucked me in for a good 45 minutes. It is really confusing to figure out at first, and doesn't use the world's friendliest interface, but OMG the possibilities.

The shoe sections alone, damn I wish my closet looked like that. minus all the pointy heels and hobaggity strappy sandals.

Check out Erika's excellent doll - scrappy!


posted by Lauren at 12:30 PM
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My dog, the sleuth
Thursday, Aug 18 2005 | 1 comments

I took Truffle on a walk last night that started off very normal and escalated quickly into a very bizarre experience. Being a dog, she has a crazy scent receptor nose. We were walking down the sideqalk, and she got on the scent of something seriously intruiging. She was walking around in circles with her nose pressed firm against the ground. Backtracking. Lunging forward. Going in all directions. As I stood there getting pulled along as an innocent bystander, I started becoming very Nancy Drew about the situation. Maybe there are drugs in that house. Maybe there is a dead body under that flower bed. Maybe, maybe, maybe 100 ridiculous maybes in the 3 - 4 minutes Truffle was on the hunt.

And then the hunt was over. The smell?

Illicit bread on someone's lawn for the birds.

Truffle happily picked up a big honking chunk of bread in her mouth and started moving back towards the house, angling her head in such a way to try to hide the bread from me. Like maybe if I didn't see it, I wouldn't know she had found it and she could happily run into my bed and devour it. As I leaned down towards her to knock the bread out of her mouth, she moved her head further and further away until she was currled into a very precarious position with her head pressed against her back thigh. All while still peeking at me as if to say "What? I don't have anything in my mouth. What are you talking about? What bread?"

So much for pet detective Truffle.

posted by Lauren at 10:44 AM
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