Hey there. It seems Fall is coming to its soft lonely end 'round these parts, especially since Big Ol' Sandy came and knocked all the pretty red leaves down. My Vermont Life existence is likewise in its twilight hour, as I prepare for some adventures in new lands this winter. I'm certainly excited to move on with life, indeed to begin it, but I'm pretty hopelessly in love with the hills of home. Even this rather stark time of year holds many joys and beautiful sights if you look at it the right way.
These dolls took the campiest, kookiest, and most delightful elements of '60s fashion to a fabulous new level... and their music isn't half bad either. Crack out the powder blue eyeshadow 'n' the teasing comb, and let's have some fun this weekend!!
Well, these days I've been craving color and pop-art vividness like never before. Must be the gloomy time of year... here on my country lane, I'm surrounded by exquisitely bleak vignettes of brown fields draped in frost, skeletal tree branches teeming with crows, and dead leaves wafting around the cemetery. In the past I've gotten all into that ~gothic ambiance~, but this year I'm like "no thanks". Roll on the sixties looks, 'cause nothing says summertime fun like a li'l mod dress and big hair, and I don't want realism, I want MAGIC!