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BAD-AZZ FAIRY FOR STAR.... She's been hanging outside for 6 years......her dress is in tatters, which means the produce bag does disintegrate as promised.....The Toxic Waste Fairy........ 
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I like her! I don't know why, but it triggered a childhood memory. My grandpa collected crackerjack and gumball machine trinkets. I helped him sort them and he usually gave me the doubles. Because I had a baby sister who thought everything I had was available to her, and a stepdad who blamed me when she tore up something of mine, I kept them hidden at my grandparents' house. I tied them together with string, and climbed up to the top of the tree on the north side of their house and secured them in a fork in the tree with the string. I would fetch them whenever my grandpa and I wanted to compare our treasures. Over the years, they became less important and sometimes, I didn't even think about them and was usually surprised to climb up there and find them still where I hid them. After I was married, I checked on them a few times. I don't know why I didn't retrieve them and keep them in my home, but somehow it just seemed right that they remain in that tree. Nobody but my grandpa and I knew where they were, and he took my secret to the grave with him and yes, they were still there. Years later, after my grandma passed away and the house was sold, it was bulldozed, along with the tree, to make a parking lot for a car service garage. I often wondered if those trinkets were still in their hiding place and if anyone noticed. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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She's a cutie with a bad hair day.....
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I like her! I don't know why, but it triggered a childhood memory. My grandpa collected crackerjack and gumball machine trinkets. I helped him sort them and he usually gave me the doubles. Because I had a baby sister who thought everything I had was available to her, and a stepdad who blamed me when she tore up something of mine, I kept them hidden at my grandparents' house. I tied them together with string, and climbed up to the top of the tree on the north side of their house and secured them in a fork in the tree with the string. I would fetch them whenever my grandpa and I wanted to compare our treasures. Over the years, they became less important and sometimes, I didn't even think about them and was usually surprised to climb up there and find them still where I hid them. After I was married, I checked on them a few times. I don't know why I didn't retrieve them and keep them in my home, but somehow it just seemed right that they remain in that tree. Nobody but my grandpa and I knew where they were, and he took my secret to the grave with him and yes, they were still there. Years later, after my grandma passed away and the house was sold, it was bulldozed, along with the tree, to make a parking lot for a car service garage. I often wondered if those trinkets were still in their hiding place and if anyone noticed. When I was a child I was given a stuffed doll with a celluloid face that was sewed on like a mask. It was quite large, but I dragged it around everywhere, and one day I left it in the yard and that night there was a dump of snow...and it kept snowing....I did get some help looking for it, but it wasn't found until Spring. The face had dissolved and I was very upset...my mother said to throw it away, but my grandmother took it home. She embroidered a new face on the doll and I was overjoyed.....I took her everywhere with me except school...... When we emmigrated, I was not allowed to bring that disgusting doll, but was given a new plastic doll that shut it's eyes and wailed "Mamma" really loud when it was turned, startling me.....It smelled weird and was hard and sharp---not cuddly at all, but at least it was a doll.......My brother threw it out the port-hole in the middle of the Atlantic. I would love to hear more toy-stories from other bloggers.....I betcha Bigblock and Hank have some.....
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I love the picture! Interesting stories, yours and Mrs.Joe's.  Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.(Khalil Gibran)
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She is still looking rather good.
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She's beautiful. That is some creative talent. I may have to make something similar to hang from my porch. I've made Babana Dolls which would hang outside. She was like an Italian Santa Claus. I used a balloon, newpaper strips and laundry starch with flour to create a head with yarn for the hair. I like the idea of making one using a Barbie Doll. I can even use a GI Joe Doll to make her a partner. Thanks for the inspiration. Some suggest that Befana is descended from the Sabine/Roman goddess named Strenia. In popular folklore, Befana visits all the children of Italy on the eve of the Feast of the Epiphany to fill their socks with candy and presents if they are good, or a lump of coal or dark candy if they are bad. In many poorer parts of Italy and in particular rural Sicily, a stick in a stocking was placed instead of coal. per gOOgle research.
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