Monday, June 27, 2011

Cast Iron Providance

I recently visited an outdoor flea market and found a vendor with two items of interest that, together, cost a bit more than my 'budget' for the day ($20).  I continued touring the market until it suddenly started raining.  I immediately turned around and walked back to the vendor's table (so long, budget).  When I arrived, he was busy packing up.  The rain was getting stronger and I could hear thunder in the distance.  He turned around, looked at me and said, "I'll take $20 for both". 

I gave him $20 and got soaked walking back to my car!  The two items are pictured below.

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A cast iron and wood school desk.





















The doll below is a BFC 'Noelle', but her hair is more black than brown.  I must confess that I did some photo editing and eliminated her wrist joints. 

It didn't take me long to realize that the BFC dolls represent an older child than AG, OC, MA dolls.  I would guess about 12 years old.  The slender figure and long neck are obvious features . . . others are not so obvious.  The torso is a bit more . . . mature . . .

The dress is recycled from a $3 thrift store 'fashon doll'.  She's wearing white lace stockings over pink tights.

The shoes are from one of the BFC 'Fashon Packs' and were originally hot pink with thick white soles.  The BFC shoes are . . . unattractive . . .  I spray painted them with white acrylic paint.  I then glued silk flowers, previously dipped in clear acrylic medium, to the fronts. 

Does anyone know of a source for well-made shoes that fit BFC dolls?

























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A cast Iron and wood park bench.


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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Arranging Flowers

About three weeks ago, my wife Gail and I spent a quiet weekend in Charleston, West Virginia (an easy 4-hour drive from Columbus, Ohio).  Of course I had to check out at least one Flea Market. 

Our son-in-law Mike grew up in Charleston.  When we returned and I told him about my fleas, his first comment was, "But you missed the big market."

Oh well, I foresee another road trip in my future.