The
Wee
Peeple
Newsletter
December
2011
Issue 58
Creating Christmas with available
materials.
A (not so Wee) Tree Construction
built entirely of interesting
pieces of burned gnarly
metal.
Lit up in
Blue.
It looks good from the highway.
Indeed!
For 2011
Nothing says
Season's Greetings
like Gnarly Metal !
I
took my tree down to the shore
The garland, and the silver star
To find my peace, and grieve no more
To heal this place inside my heart.
On every branch I
laid some bread
And hungry birds filled up the sky
They rang like bells around my head
They sang my spirit back to life.
One tiny child can
change the world
One shining light can show the way
Through all my tears, for what I’ve lost
There’s still my joy
There’s still my joy
For Christmas day
The
snow comes down on empty sand
There’s tinsel moonlight on the waves
My soul was lost, but here I am
So this must be amazing grace.
One
tiny child can change the world
One shining light can show the way
Beyond these tears for what I’ve lost
There’s still my joy
There’s still my joy
For Christmas day
There’s still my joy for Christmas day.
Lyrics: Melissa Manchester
Hear the Song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDeFUrD9s6g&feature=player_embedded
Snails are thriving in
Galveston.
So is Steampunk!!!
A Steampunk Dickens Weekend
Taking a much needed break
after the Texas Renaissance Festival,
the Dollmaker ventured back to her old
stomping grounds...
Ah, Dickens on the Strand!
Tally was a grand hostess
(although the Dollmaker had an
unnerving conversation with her parrot! Loved the Parrot.)
And Thanks for driving, Larr!
so... there she was. Good old warm wassail, Victorian
costumes and Colonel Bubbie...
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But what did she
see that she never saw before...?
Everywhere!
Steampunk GOGGLES!
The Mind-Boggling Goggling Sensibility!
There was Even a
Steampunk Goggle Christmas
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Outlandish and
Other-Worldly! Airship Isabella stood ready to rivet,
while a wicked Steampunk Bob-Zombie
(Bob Marley Zombie)
staggered, zombified, nearby.
The Dollmaker was happy to
get to the beach, the holey stones and the shells!
The Bulldozers are Coming!
The Bulldozers are Coming!
Now, the term "Bulldozer"
mostly means: It's large and it
moves dirt.
...and the Dollmaker was always
content with that definition.
So she wondered why the neighbor was making the
sign of the cross when she said:
"the Bulldozers are Coming!"
December. Ta da.
The Dollmaker made it through the Great Festival and all
the way
home.
...to what awaited her: a nasty mess and a deadline to get it cleaned up.
Never fear!
Once again, hidden like a crystal in the muck, was a golden opportunity.
The unlovely mess afforded the Dollmaker the required "necessity"
to do
something she always wanted to do.
Operate a Bobcat.
She didn't even know
that the real name for these little beauties is
"Skid-Steer Loader".
But she learned that when she watched the You-Tube Videos.
(Thanks once again, YouTube, because the guy who dropped off the rental skid
loader stayed about one minute to show
her how to operate it, waved goodbye
and yelled "Good luck!"! This is why the Dollmaker decided to go very slowly
all
day long and presumably why the neighbor kept making the sign for
"Yawn". )
View the Full Slideshow Here:
http://kandrasonlinephotoalbums.shutterfly.com/#%26emid%3dsite
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Ok, Ok, so it wasn't actually a BUllDozer...
and the Dollmaker didn't do this:
...but all it took was a nod...
Yeah! Knock it down! Let's build a mountain out of the rubble!
Yeah! A Big Thanks
goes out to Jackie
for CAREFULLY clearing the space where the home used to be
and to
Jackie and his son, James, for being totally onboard for
the
Smokey Christmas Tree Vision.
(see the
Smokey Metal Tree lit up at night- right out on Highway 71 between Bastrop and
Smithville)
How could these fragile sand dollars
survive a house falling on top of them?
Sand Dollars? You have GOT to be
kidding!
The last treasure found was near the
sand dollars, rolled up in rubble.
The Dollmaker found a very special little egg cup
with her childhood name written on it...
which somehow survived the fire,
completely intact.
...probably now the Dollmaker's
oldest possession.
Her brother, Paul, has a matching
chick egg cup with his name written on it,
and all she ever knew about these
chick egg cups was
that they were special gifts, given
by her dearly departed mother,
sometime during early childhood.
But! More Surprises awaited!
When she posted the above picture on
Facebook,
her grandmother's sister's daughter,
Barbara,
responded with great glee! And
posted this picture:
She had one too!
The Dollmaker never knew
that her own great aunt (Barbara's mother)
made these cups in a
Ceramics class over 50 years ago
and there's no telling who
she gave them to, or how many were made!
Now How cool is that?
Taking time to rest in
winter....
May you
have a very
and a Happy New Year!
In the coming months may you surround
your self with the highest influences,
associate your self with the most
inspiring symbols,
and identify your self with the most ennobling creativity.
The Dollmaker
would never have dreamed in a million years
that, in 2011, she would be
having her own personal
"Burning Man Festival".
In reflecting back over the
year,
what she remembers more
than anything
is how so many people
stepped forward to help her.
Thank
you SO MUCH all you people!
To the ones who know her
and the ones who don't even know her...
The Dollmaker thanks you
ALL from the bottom of her heart!
