rock&dolls addict

2017-12-07

while mom is at the hair-dresser…



mom feels exhausted today. don't ask why, she just needs an hour for herself. sure, she loves her little girls, she adores them, but… well, she just needs… oh yes, she needs to go to the hairdresser!
the girls are so excited and it's such a noisy happy dance here. mom lets them watch at the christmas shop windows in main street. yes they'll be calm and polite and won't run and will stay together and won't talk to people they don't know and will text mom every ten minutes and yes they'll be at the tea-room in an hour, be there or beware!





— hey, look at the doll in the window. she has the same dress as yours, isborg! hahaha, you are dressed like a doll!
— shut up, yoko! oh geez, look at her, she blinks!
— what? who? the doll? does she really blink? oh geez yes, it looks like morse code! Edmee Rose, do you remember morse code? can you tell us? i take notes

 .. —. . . —.. — ——— .——. . .

oh my god, she needs to pee! it means she's not a doll!
— why? dolls also need to pee. that's why beds are wet sometimes.
— it never happened to me, yoko says, because hubert is a bear and not a doll!


— stop it, girls! we must help this gal to escape from that shop window! she's in red, isborg and I, we are also in red. okay, here is the plan: the red team, we are in charge of the doll. two or three red is the same for adults.
yoko, you'll ask the seller something twisted and impossible. during this time, Edmee you'll mess the shop. i mean REALLY mess it, not just a bit like our room! then you run like a chicken and hide outside. get it?
let's go? yoko first!



— good afternoon, sir. i would like to buy a Barbie Zombie with just one eye. i saw one on the internet and i love her with her green face and pink scare. oh no! do you have a vampire Ken? neither! so i'm interested by this duck. is she a girl? what's her name? is she cotton or natural duck fur? is she a zombie duck? 


edmee is overdoing herself: she's methodically messing the shop — keeping her well known innocent smile just in case — and mixing wooden blocks with cars, vintage dolls and alphabets. nice job, edmee rose!




— #@#!!$*ù`@@&@ WHAT THE HELL is she doing? have you seen the mess that girl is… where is she? where is she?


and during this time, three little girls are promptly leaving the shop…



and they run run run. Home! finally! just in time, because you remember the morse message…

— by the way, my name is inga and i'm not a doll. pirates kidnapped me and sold me to this nasty toy shop owner! i'm so glad you studied morse!



very fast, Inga found the perfect outfits in mom's studio. 
— and a red hat, because it's almost christmas, she said.

hurry up, little girls, you know what mom said, and time flies. 



when mom arrives, so glad and relaxed with her hair finally done, she sees five happy girls, eating, singing, laughing and taking photos of this amazing afternoon.


i'm so proud of my quiet girls, mom thinks. look at those angels. and their friends are just perfection! it's really a good day!


Inga must live to North Pole on sunday (her parents live there, maybe you've heard of her dad, he uses to wear a red hood coat…). that's why she has a warm coat and hood made with real false polar bear fur. 

she'll be available in my store on saturday december 9th at noon EDT

https://hyenacart.com/winterludes/4863/category/3/dolls













2017-11-12

soul mates- asta


it was on a sunday. or on a saturday? let me think about… well, it doesn't really matter but i'm pretty sure it was on a sunday. i was experiencing a lonely life in the woods, and used to start each day with an early morning walk… i was walking around, a bit lost in my reflexions, when i saw this tiny character, progressing fast for its size and mumbling things i couldn't hear. the perfect image of a busy little person. what a surprise! in my fatuity, i thought i was the only inhabitant of the place…

the morning after and the next days, i was very attentive and tried to see the little creature. but i was alone and finally almost believed it was the fruit of my imagination… 




when one day, i saw her — or was it a he? — by the river. i can't explain why i was so fascinated. wasn't it just a child? probably a family i didn't noticed before, living on another part of the woods… 

something amazing was emanating from her. actually, i couldn't help and was thinking of it as a she! fluid movements? tiny voice? or just because it reminded me so hard of the little girl we lost fifty years ago? she looked both so young and so wise, so happy and so serious…

the little creature was fishing. fishing? ha! that's what i first thought. i came closer on the tip of my toes, and yes, she was face to face with a fish. can you believe it? the fish was smiling and she was telling it a story!



can you imagine the scene? an old philosopher squatting in the grass and trying to spy a pixie! it was just ridiculous and i felt so relieved when she finally vanished in the glade.

i must confess i wasn't feeling very well during the next weeks. obviously, i considered pixies belonged to old wives tales, and i was torn between what i saw and what my reason was telling me. 



— do you know i have two soul mates, the now well-known little voice asked me by an early morning?
GASP! i almost had an heart-attack. i don't believe she noticed anything and continued "i never met them, but i'm sure they do exist somewhere. i have two soul mates and they can understand me like i can understand them."

i was drinking my first cup of tea and the last thing i was expecting was a chitchat about soul mates with a pixie! but i heard my voice asking "how do you know you have two soul mates? do you have some evidence of their existence or do you just feel you have soul mates?"

— well, my mind's made up by the way that i feel. and i feel it in my fingers, i feel it in my toes, she laugh! seriously, sir, i don't mind about proof nor evidence. if i feel i have two soul mates, it means they do exist for me and it doesn't matter if they don't exist for you or for the rest of the world! soul mates are very personal, you know sir…

and she left. at least, she was not embarrassed with old-fashioned conveniences…


hmmm, my breakfast was ruined and i'd need more than a morning walk to digest this little conversation…
what did she mean with soul mate? and why two? some modern times 3-D thing? my old life looked suddenly so heavy, so vain and lonely…

i secretly named her asta. she was both a tiny wooden goddess, innocence & knowledge, and filled with such an extraordinary vitality…




this day, i saw my funny little one first and didn't want to miss a little talk with her. 

— tell me everything about your soul mates, asta, i said.
— oh sir, there is nothing to say, they are part of me and i'm part of them. it's private! have you seen ernestito this morning? ernestito! my mosquito! did you see him?

i stumbled. a mosquito? didn't i kill a mosquito last night? i just couldn't remember. suddenly, i saw myself as a murder, an old impenitent mosquito killer, a dangerous ignorant, a barbarian. of course mosquitos had families and friends…

— ernestito is my friend. he is my best friend. i saw immediately you have no friends, sir, that's why you look so old and so sad,
she said. do you know he's an orphan, ernestito? his father left as he was a newborn baby and his mother died in a bloodshed. we don't need words, i trust him and he trust me! ERNESTITO!!! here you are, sweet mosquito…

oh goodness, i couldn't believe i'd ever be so glad and relieved to see a mosquito!




days after days, i've been watching for the slightest movement in the woods, but no asta and no ernestito… life looked so dark. months passed and i decided to come back in my birth town, like salmons. i never saw them again. asta, ernestito, did i dream you? oh well, i have no proof of your existence, but…

Asta is part of an old project we have been plotting all together with my friends and colleagues Juliane and Fabs. You can read Chouko's and Thora'stories at
http://www.figandme.com/blog/2017/11/10/thora-and-the-moth-quest
and 
http://www.notesfrombjorkasa.com/2017/11/12/chouko/
all three will be available for sale on Tuesday 14th of November.

Chouko:http://bjorkasa.bigcartel.comThora: http://www.figandme.com/blog/ Asta: https://hyenacart.com/winterludes/4863/category/3/dolls

2017-10-08

i don't know for you, human parents, but in pixies world,



i don't know for you, human parents, but in pixies world, i can swear triplets are something! 
every morning it's the same routine:
— childreeeeeen, are you ready?
— yes mom. sure mom. yes mom.



no surprise, ready means no shoes, no hats, no coats. and sometimes no sweater!
after five minutes, i feel very lucky when i see a hat on a head. obviously, sometimes it's the wrong hat on the wrong head. 





(please ilse-louise, put this hat on karl-eric's head. it's his gift from auntie agaric!)
alright, come one girls! 



five minutes later, i have three hats on three heads and i feel like a wonder mom!coats now! i don't know in human world, but sleeves get mysteriously obstructed during the night. (mommyyy, i'm stuck and my sleeve is blocked.) it's something you can't understand if you're over three. because those sleeves are back to a good behavior as soon i slip my hand in. this really happens against young persons!




oh yay! finally they have coats. and hats, and boots. i'm the queen of the world!




but what's the matter?
— mommy, mommy, liselotte yells, ilse-louise has something in her back and she don't want us to see it!
— nope, it's a secret. and a secret can't be a secret if i share it.
— show me!
— nope!
— karl-eric, catch her feet…
— i get her.





— so, what is it?
— oh nooo! what the hell? mommy, i waaaaant the saaame!
— the same what, my heart?
— i can't tell you mom, it's a secret! but i waaaant it!



Liselotte, the red hair little girl, will be available tonight in my Hyena shop. good luck and thanks for being here!

2017-05-21

sleepover




excited? oh, maybe a little! obviously, two little girls off for a whole week end in the countryside with no dads and no moms, you can imagine! well, of course they won't be completely alone, but with grand-parents, it's not the same… you are not obliged to eat spinach for example as long you say thank you and please at least once a sentence. and you can have butter AND jam on the same toast! 
— did i tell you where grandfather and grandmother live? Geneviève asks. in a very old manor with spiders and rats and holes in the floors…
— pah! Veronique says, not afraid of spiders nor rats.

— and the wind blows through the windows and bats live in the bedrooms…
— no afraid of bats neither! they eat moths and mosquitos…

— and once we even saw a dragon. or a dino, i don't remember i was very young…




— and… promise you won't repeat? we have a ghost! you don't tell to anybody, right?
apparently, 
a long long time ago, like thousand years ago, a man has been eaten up by a wolf in the basement. or a tiger, we don't exactly know. it's was on a cold winter. and the man was probably a hobo. or a thief. or just a curious guy. whatever, the monster ate him and we just found a few chewed bones…
obviously, nobody buried the poor man, and now he's desperately in search of his old body. you don't repeat, right? that man is A GHOST now!!! and he lives in my grandparents house! well, when i say 'lives'…

— but, Veronique asks, how do you know the ghost is not a woman?




after a long road trip, they finally arrive.
no ghost but 
tea, brioches and macaroons. 

no wolf but some sheep in a meadow.
no bats but maybe veronique's glasses are a bit dirty…





— i keep my socks tonight, Genevieve says, i don't want the ghost could tickle my feet.
— i keep my shoes, Veronique says, just to avoid to hurt my feet if i have to kick his ass…





— good night girls. don't turn the light off too late. have sweet dreams. don't let the bugs bed bite…

— are you sleeping?
— 'f course i'm not! we could have a sleepless night, it'd be funny…
— great idea. this way we won't miss the ghost!


— wake up, Genevieve yells the morning after! you fell asleep. have you seen the ghost?
— no ghost last night, i swear! just a skeleton chattering teeth. it was im-pres-sive!
and yes, maybe i slept for one minute or less, Veronique says, but YOU slept all the night. 


— 'morning grandfather, Genevieve says. did you know we have a teeth chattering skeleton now? We heard it all long night.

— a skeleton? hahahaha, grandfather laughs. why not a ghost? hahahaha! don't repeat it, it was grandmother's snoring… 


Genevieve and Veronique will be available tomorrow morning at 10 (EST)in my Hyena Cart store.
http://hyenacart.com/stores/winterludes/

2017-02-12

wedding day


— oh my goodness paule-andrée, i LOVE your new hair.
— can you believe i cut it by myself? alone in my room. my mother doesn't like, you know her…
— maybe you should be a hairdresser when you'll grow up… but really, it's your first wedding, paule-andrée? wait for the cakes, hehe…
— let's go or we'll be late…




— oh yoko, do you remember the first wedding? when we cut the bride's dress, cousin leocadie and I? we had sooo much fun…
— hahaha, and tiffany tried to kiss cousin beau…
— i hate my dress, paule-andrée says, itchy and scratchy. i hate all dresses, but this one is the worst… maybe you could cut it…


                                                             

— oh girls, wait a minute, it's my neighbor, he calls us.
— hello ladies, look at my lolita, she had newborn babies this morning.

chicks? newborn chicks? honestly, who could resist? 




— i want them all, paule-andrée says. look at those chicks. peeeeeep peeeeeeep peeeeeeep.

well, the babies are too young and need their mother. and the girls have to go to the wedding, or they'll be late and their mothers will be angry… you know how it works…


ohoh, we have a situation! the cute babies pooped on the silky dress… (i'm sorry to tell, but isaure and yoko have been laughing their ass off… well, they just couldn't help…)

— don't move, isaure says, i see a bucket a rain there, i'll clean you up and we won't tell nobody…



unfortunately, the water was not so clean and whatever, very wet.
— oh no, paule-andrée says, my poor ugly silky dress is totally ruined. you know what? i'd rather run and wear something else, my mother forbids wet clothes.
— don't worry, they won't notice anything, look at them, babbling like littles girls about the bride…




guess what? paule-andrée feels really better like that, everybody was just in time for the wedding, and the mothers haven't yet noticed anything weird…

Paule-Andrée will be available on Thuesday in my shop…
http://hyenacart.com/winterludes/4863/category/3/dolls





2016-12-05

saint nicholas and santa klaus


you know Haydee, the happy girl? she knows what she wants, and today she decided to walk to home (obviously, her sister plans a tea with the queen of england and it sounds exciting)…
no, no, no plane, no train, walking is good for my calf, she says…

what a silence, haydee says… too bad i don't have some pal to travel with. it'd be funnier…


she just thinking about some pals that a little red guy arrived carrying an empty basket and walking fast like if a wolf was following him…


sure, haydee couldn't miss the opportunity… and ROAR, she jumps on the poor little boy pretending she's the big bad wolf!



— WTH? someone shouts very loudly, are you crazy? why did you attack this poor boy? he almost had a heart attack…


as you know, Haydee is not a bad egg, just a rascal and she feels very sorry for the little boy…



— i'm sorry, she says, i thought it was just funny since you look like little red riding hood with your basket and your red hat. are you going to your grandma?

— that's fine, the poor victim says, i'm back from my grand father's. it's Saint Nicholas tomorrow and he has a cold. so i brought him cookies, honey and whisky…

— wai-wai-wait a minute… your grandpa is saint nicholas and you brought him whisky and cigarettes? really?
please, don't tell him i attacked you,
it was just for fun…

— ahem, the other boy said, my grandpa also likes whisky and cigarettes, what's the problem? 
all i can say is you're in trouble young lady. because my grandfather is Santa Klaus and i'm gonna join his team in north pole.

oh no! haydee is really annoyed. honestly, she has been naughty several times this year… she doesn't like to admit it, but it's just the truth. on other hand, life is short and been naughty is so funny…
— what will you do, she asks?

let's think about, Nikkulaat says. keep quiet for the moment and let's talk…, come on Niklaas, and let's see what will decide for this haydee…



and both worked worked worked…


building a nativity scene…


decorating a christmas tree…


and a very long moment later, they finally called the scared little girl…
— Haydee, haydee you can come back.



both give her a kiss and shout in her ears "happy saint Nicholas, we forgive you, let's have fun with us and dance around the tree".

believe me, Haydee swears she'll never never ever be naughty in december…



Niklaas and Nikkulaat are available for adoption in my hyenacart store today at 1:30pm EST.
http://hyenacart.com/winterludes/4863/category/3/dolls