Who The Hell Is That Supposed To Be? Pt. 1

(WARNING: This blog post is going to be mildly racially insensitive. Deal with it.)

So, I spent the better part of my summer working on the same doll. She wasn't a particularly challenging doll. She wasn't even very original (see last blog post where I explained that violating trademarks is really the only way to go). She was, however, very hard to name.
Here's a picture of the doll:

 Now, apparently, if you're a member of my family or a friend of mine you don't have a clue who this is supposed to be. In fact, you haven't even figured out that the doll is Asian yet (I blame the button eyes, they remove the squint). Now that you've established that the doll is in fact Asian you're really confused. You're going through every Asian trademarked entity you can think of.

Is it Po?

Nah, Po has green eyes...

Is it Katara?

No hair loopies...

I got it! It's Hello Kitty!

Wait a minute... Hello Kitty's Asian????

Sadly, at this point you have realized that you've exhausted your socially acceptable claims to Asian knowledge. You are absolutely not going to admit to knowing anything about anime for fear of being labeled a social outcast. I don't blame you. You see, a mere Internet game is not worth coming out of the closet for, but I will say that in time you will emerge you beautiful butterfly you.





However, in the interest of not outing you before you're ready I am going to politely point out (fortheFIFTHTIME) that the doll that you see pictured above is none other than China/Disney's own Mulan.



Say what?

Oh, so you like everyone else of my acquaintance is unable to remember the first part of the movie in which Mulan meets the Matchmaker, destroys her chances of ever marrying a respectable man (snerk), sings a depressing song about being an embarrassment, hacks off half her hair and decides to join the army? Let me refresh your memory, during that time she was dressed like this:

I forgive you though, because after thinking about it I realized that you were all too busy worrying about Grandma's sanity as she ran into traffic. Totally acceptable. Almost.

Vague Orders

Once upon a time there was a little college student.

This little college student was struggling her way through community college by selling dolls out of her backpack. This isn't illegal so no one will ever make a movie about it. One day though, an older classmate of the little college student decided that she wanted a doll.

"What kind of doll?" the little college student asked.
"Oh, just a little blond boy. Do you think you could do that?" said the older classmate.
"Sure!" said the little college student enthusiastically, thinking of how she could stop eating Ramen noodles and maybe sample Easy Mac because of her good fortune.

The little college student went to work making the little blond boy doll, but all was not as simple as it should have been. You see, the older classmate wanted the doll to look just like her grandson (who was a baby and didn't even actually have any hair) but she didn't have a picture.

The little college student was scared because now she had expectations to live up to. This wouldn't seem so bad, but you must remember that the little college student was in a community college and that's not like the real world at all.

Terrified, the little college student went into a frenzied crocheting panic and spent over five hours rearranging the little blond boys hair. The next day at school the older classmate decided that the little blond boy needed a red shirt. The little college student forgot to ask why, but she thinks it has something to do with college football.

After over two weeks, the little college student finished making the little blond boy and gave it to the older classmate. The little college student spent five minutes that felt like an eternity hoping that the older classmate wouldn't hate the ugly hair that took two hours to attach the first time and five hours to properly style. The older classmate loved the doll very much, but laughed when she saw the pants.

The little college student will never know why, and the moral of this story is to only sell Disney and other trademarked characters, because at least you know what they look like.

The End.

The Tutorial? She'll Never Post It.

So, you remember that tutorial I promised you guys way back in January? Well, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but I totally freaking made one.
(YES!)
I spent a total of $11.95 on this, but your prices may vary depending on your location and store availability (Never forget your coupons if you go to Hobby Lobby, Michaels, or JoAnn's, 40% is nothing to sneeze at).
Alright enough of that let's list the supplies and tools mkay?
Supplies:
20ft of fabric-based ribbon
41 ft of 3/8 inch polytubing (It's used for plumbing. Go to Lowes.)
Sewing pins
Measuring tape
Scissors
1 Slender belt
thread
yarn/twine
Tools:
Dremel (or) Drill
Sewing machine
Hedge clippers/ something to cut polytubing with
X-Acto knife (or) box cutter
Duct tape

The video is less than five minutes so if I left anything out just comment and I'll try to answer your questions. Also, I left some very thickly veiled references to what my costume might be throughout the video and I would love to hear your guesses (the costume is for DragonCon, who else is going?).  Keep watching to see if you got it right (There should be about three more videos coming soon!)
PS Anyone who catches my Disneybound can be my internet best friend all week. I hope you guys enjoy!

My Little Brony

About two weeks ago I went to a steampunk convention where I met an artist I will from this point on refer to as Scary Tattoo Guy. Scary Tattoo Guy has a lot of tattoos. And a nose ring. And a gold headless naked lady statue, but that's a story for another time. The main point is that Scary Tattoo Guy is a brony.
Here's a definition:
Brony: Guys who like My Little Pony.
Surprising fact: Scary Tattoo Guy is actually the third brony I have had the pleasure (really, there is no sarcasm here) of meeting. He was really nice and funny and I enjoyed going to his panel on steampunk art.
Enough of that though. Let's talk about the BIG mistake I made.

Here is a picture of the current Rainbow Dash My Little Pony (AKA What Scary Tattoo Guy ordered):

Here's what Rainbow Dash looked like in 2003 (Ya' know, back when Thankyouverymuchlittlesister was little an she had a million of them):

So... Here's what I made:

(Oops...)

Ah well, I still think it looks cute, especially that rainbow butt tattoo.







Scrotz the Steampunk Cat

So... I broke my camera, but it's fixed now!

(aand since it's fixed) I can now show you Scrotz my Steampunked cat!
(Hoorah!) but first (Boo~) I want to share a bit of backstory on him. I made him steampunk because a local author challenged me to make a steampunk doll (sadly, I cannot remember her name, but by the 31st I should be in possession of her new book!). I stressed for a really long time on how to make a steampunk doll. I am, after all, not talented enough to crochet gears, but I thought a girl would be pretty easy. The thing is, I crochet a lot of girls and well... I wanted a change. I also had no freaking clue how to go about crocheting a steampunk boy. Eventually though, I came up with a brilliant idea to crochet a steampunk animal. I toyed with the idea of bunnies for a while but ultimately I settled on a cat.

This is not the point where I show you a picture.

This is in fact the point when I explain that Scrotz (my cat) is named after a physicist named Schrödinger.
Here's a video explaining the irony behind his name using stick figures:

and now that we've all had our learning experience for the day, here's a picture of my beloved Scrotz:

He does actually have a left ear (that's stage left for my theatre readers), and that yellow thing in his hand is a pocket watch not a ball of yarn (thankyouverymuchlittlesister).

I hope you have all enjoyed a glance at geek culture, and I will return with either a new post or the name of that author I mentioned earlier.
Bye!

Sha La La La

If you're wondering why there's been a sudden upswing in the ammount of posts I...uh...post, then the answer is simple.

I need a way to cope with Macro Economics.
*shudder*
No really, not only am I going to fail my test next week miserably, but I now have to buy caffienated beverages to stay awake.
I've never actually dozed off in a class before this one.
I hate it.

Anyway...
So I thought you guys might like to see an updated version of that Ariel doll I posted a while back.
Here she is:

I love her bangs. When I figured out how to make them look good I thought I'd died and gone to heaven, because anyone who's seen my Rapunzel dolls (Coming Soon To A Blog Near You) knows that bangs are the bane of my existance.
Seriously.
In my first Rapunzel doll I tied her har to the back of her scalp to give her the right look.
It was bad.
Also, good news!
I didn't take this picture in the middle of the night on a nasty kitchen floor and therefore I didn't have to spend countless hours trying to draw a cute little background to disguise a crushed chip.
It was heavenly.
And speaking of chips, did anyone catch the new Once Upon A Time? Wasn't that to DIE FOR? (BeautyandtheBeastnerdIjustcan't helpit)
Anyway, see you later guys!

Get Out of My Teacup

So, like any socially deprived teenager who used to be homeschooled and therefore had to acquire strange hobbies, I spent my Christmas vacation coming up with new doll designs. There were two reasons for this:

1) It was the most exciting way I could think of to pass the time.

2) I wanted to build up some stock, so that when people started ordering dolls I wouldn't have another 6-Dolls-Due-In-4-Weeks freak out like I did in November just before finals (Freakin College Finals, I might add).

One of the dolls I designed over vacation was Alice from Alice in Wonderland.

Here's a picture:

Aww, isn't she pretty?

I was also really grateful to have a use for my bowl sized teacup that my grandmother gave me for Christmas five years ago (seriously, she gave me an over-sized teacup; it's too weird for me to make up).

I think she's pretty adorable, but if I could have a do-over I don't think I would try to give her shoes straps. They look a little off in person.

That's all for today. I'd apologize for my short post, but I'm sure none of you really wanted to spend over an hour reading about my cute little doll (especially since there was no music this time around...)