M is for Marriage

Guess what guys?
I'm taking Microeconomics this semester.

Guess what that means?
I'm procrastinating!

Yes, that's right! THERE WILL ACTUALLY BE BLOG POSTS AGAIN!

So, let's begin:

I have a friend who is getting married in a few days. I'm very happy for her and I wanted to give her a gift. The things is, wedding gifts are kind of expensive (China, cookware, formal napkins, bizarre things I've never actually seen anyone use...), so I decided to throw together a few things I thought she would like. I gave her a really pretty candle, some bath salts (not the zombie kind) and, you know, fancy toiletries. I still felt that it was missing something though, so I added my own personal touch.
I added the bride and groom.

Aren't they cute?



Now, if you've been reading this blog for any ammount of time then you know that there's always something about a doll that I have to share. There are two dolls, so there are two things I have to share.
Let's start with the groom!
My friend's groom-to-be is bald (by choice!) and well...

His doll looked like Charlie Brown in a suit.
If I had a picture I would share it. Unfortunately I don't, but just cover his little top hat with your finger and you'll see what I mean.

Now let's pick on the bride!
Actually, I can't pick on the bride because look at her! She looks fantastic! (Which is what you should always say about the bride on her wedding day, just so we're clear on these things) I can however give you a litte peep at something that makes me giggle:

That's right. She has blue shoes.



For the record, I did not intend to give her "something blue" when I made this doll. I was just stalking her wedding board on Pinterest and I saw that she had pinned blue shoes (she has a peacock theme going on). She and her fiance love their dolls though and I don't mind in the least that I used all of my white yarn on that wedding dress. Now, because I feel very much like I am about to ramble, I am going to end this blog post with a very sincere wish that these two will face their oncoming trials (the most recent of which is to sell a kitten named Rupert) together and that there marriage is not only happy but long.

Best Wishes You Two.

Who The Hell Is That Supposed To Be? Pt. 2

Well, if you've been following me on Twitter then you probably know that I'm having costume problems.
I hate costume problems.
So in order to distract myself from these problems I've decided that we should play my favorite game and yours...

Who The Hell Is That Supposed to Be?
(Applause!)

Alright our newest contestant is a bob wearing girl from the land of fantasy give it up for...

No one? Not even a clue? Come on, she's trademarked!

No?

Fine.

Like many ladies of her time, this little gal can sing! Do I have any guesses? Yes, you in the back?

Is it, Veronica?
Wait, Veronica the girl from Archie that it's impossible to find a stand-alone picture of on Google? That Veronica? You know, this girl?

Yes? Well, no. That is incorrect.
Alright, now you in the back? Yes? You think it's who? Can she even sing? You think that's her voice in the theme song? Well alright.

No, I'm sorry it is not Buttercup from the Powerpuff girls.

Is it Lucy from Peanuts?

Wow, even she looks a little dissapointed in your answer...
Alright, this is your last guess and as an added bonus we'll  date her a bit, ok? Our girl comes from the 1930s

Is it.... Betty Boop?

Uh, yeah, no.
I guess maybe if we'd laid the poor doll down in a coffin this might have been a bit easier.

See? It's Snow White! See it? See it? No? Really? Get off my blog.

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!