Greyback is the famous
tiger-cat of the old Massachusetts town of witches; and
Greta is Greyback’s little-girl
mistress.
Greyback is well worth looking at for his enormous size and his noble head and his glossy
fur of black and yellow stripes;
yet Greyback has not become
famous because of his size and
beauty, but because he is never
seen in the street except dressed in baby-clothes and riding in a
meal dainty wicker carriage!
Every day of his life Greyback is dressed up in long dresses with ruffled sleeves and
neck, and pretty tucks in the skirt. He is taken care of like a
baby, too, “ trotted to Boston,” carried about on Greta’s shoulder,
and petted and hugged, and sung to sleep.
When Greta goes to school, Greyback is laid, pretty white
dress and all, on a big soft sofa pillow. There he lies all the
forenoon very quietly, his glossy legs drawn up under his long
skirts, unless.someone happens to take a seat on the sofa—
then he opens his great yellow eyes and give a warning
hiss-s-s !
When Greta comes home from school Greyback is taken
up, fed, and dressed in a fresh muslin. It is very funny to
hear his loud purrs as Greta throws the dress over his head,
shakes his big yellow paws through the long sleeves, and
smoothes the skirt and pulls out the frills. He half opens his
eyes to see which dress he is wearing, then shuts them again
with a long sleepy yawn, as though there were nothing so
restful to a cat as a newly-starched muslin.
Time was when Greyback was too young and foolish to like
to wear dresses, and when he would run away as fast as his
legs could carry him if he espied his little-girl mistress coming
in with his dress or cloak. But that was eight years ago, in
the days of his kittenhood.
Whenever the weather is fine Greyback expects to be
dressed in his best frock, cloak and little ruffled cap, and be
taken out in a baby carriage for an airing, all up and down the
old Salem streets. Everybody stops to look at him. Newspaper reporters ask questions about him and then go away and
write stories about him. Artists and photographers take his
picture. Dogs come and glare at him. Little children crowd
near and crow delightedly in his ears. Other cats stare at him,
and there is one Manx cat that always turns up his nose.
But Greyback sits up straight and jolts along serenely in his
carriage, quite happy and contented so long as the strings of
his bonnet do not get in the way of his whiskers, nor its frills
in his eyes.
One sad day Greta and her mother went away on a long
visit, where it was impossible to take a cat with them. So
Greyback was left to the care of the servants, and of course
they could not be expected to dress Miss Greta’s cat and take
him out to ride.
Poor Greyback! he missed his gowns and his caps, his carriage and his little mistress, so much! His saucer of milk
was left untasted, and his fur grew rough, and his paws ragged
and worn with their ceaseless “ pat, pat,” about the house and
yard. He became very thin, so thin that it was feared he
would die before Greta’s return, and everybody was much
worried about it.
At last, after some scratches and growls — for Greyback
cannot bear to be dressed by anyone but his own little mistress
— he was put into his dress and cloak and cap, and taken out
fora ride. He must have thought it was Greta pushing the
carriage, for he settled contentedly down and purred all the
way.
But how glad he was when Greta really did come home!
How he did purr and rub his big head against her cheek!
Then he was at once put to bed on his own pillow and there
he had his first real sleep since the day when his little-girl
mistress had left him.
Annie Chase.
"Beauty" is the name of Barbie's Afghan Hound from 1981. We found her on ebay for less than twenty dollars. However, she no longer had the accessories she once came with. I gave her a new blue ribbon collar with a tiny gold bone tag. The tag is a charm that you can purchase from a hobby shop if you want a similar one for your own Barbie pets.
Barbie's Afghan Hound, Beauty. Make her a new collar using ribbon and a bone shaped charm too!
Her original box reads that there are "so many ways (9) to pamper and play with her!"
Listing of Barbie's Official Early Pets: From 1964-1997: Not included in this listing are the pets of her other family members or variations of poses of same named horses. But, I have re-listed the horses when their colors change.
In 1964 Mattel released a felt gray poodle that had no official name; then a few years later, 1970, a similar poodle was sold and his name was "Jamie." These were especially cut because they were made using felt.
In 1971, a (color) horse named "Dancer"
Then in 1972 a white version of a "Jamie" poodle was sold.
In 1972 "Put-ons & Pets" were released. These costumes included an Afghan, a white cat, and a smaller black dog resembling a poodle?
1979, Barbie's Afghan hound, "Beauty" was first sold. This came inside of a small set that included: a plastic pink doll bed, a yellow brush, a yellow food dish, a first place ribbon award, a pink dog "cape" and a blue collar.
1980 "Dallas" became a gold palomino horse.
One year later, Beauty had her first litter of puppies. However, none of these had her distinctive fur. I suppose their daddy dog had non either.
1981 "Dallas" transformed into a white horse and "Midnight", a black horse for Barbie was also produced by Mattel.
In 1982, a set of huskies accompanied an Eskimo Barbie version along with a sled.
By 1982, her white cat was named "Fluff" and came with many accessories: a pink collar, a bed, a kennel, food and food dish, and a hot pink scratching post.
Her sheep dog named "Mr. Bobbie" was first sold in 1983 in Germany only.
A white horse named "Prancer" and a baby palomino named "Dixie" in 1983 were first sold.
"Prince" a white poodle was sold for Barbie. He came with a French beret and a black bow tie! (quite charming)
Finally, in 1985 Barbie acquired a tropical parrot named "Tahiti." Tahiti came with a pink and white cage. I'll be making a parrot pet or two in the future for our dolls.
Fashion Packs in 1986 included all kinds of solid colored cats to coordinate with Barbie and Ken's wardrobes.
1987 "Blinking Beauty" was released; she blinked.
In 1989 Animal Lovin' Safari Fashion Barbie, Nikki and Ken came with a lion cub, a panda and a monkey. All fashions with these dolls featured pastel leopard prints. "Ginger" the giraffe and "ZZ" the zebra were sold separately but were part of the line.
In 1989 a Western show horse named "Sun Runner" came onto the market. This same Western toy line for Barbie included a dog named "Turquoise." He was a large Collie breed.
By 1990 an automated dog that could walk and bark named "Ginger" was shown on commercials to pull Barbie on her skateboard.
In 1990 the ski fun Barbie had a grey speckled horse named "Blizzard" and a large fluffy dog named "Snowball."
In 1991, Barbie's three horses were named: "Star Stepper", "Rosebud" and "SnowDance."
Also in 1991, "Sachi" the large furry white dog for Barbie featured a faux brushable coat.
In 1991 a pale caramel colored cat named "Honey" was also introduced to the marketplace. I guess you can never have too many horses, right?
In 1992 Barbie owned a cat named "Tags" and a dog named "Wags."
By 1993 Barbie's horse named "High Stepper", a horse that could actually walk, was introduced to Barbie fans. "Western Star" horse was an alternative horse without automation.
In Canada, Mattel released a skating Barbie with a roll along white-fur puppy.
"Champion" a black horse came out in 1994.
1995, a companion dog named, "Collie" barked automatically when petted on it's back.
In 1995 Barbie's pretty pets for her parlor were featured and another horse named "Nibbles" featuring a magnet in it's mouth for retrieving food and objects. Barbie also had a pink Flying Hero Horse with shimmering mane and tail.
Baywatch Barbie came with a dolphin and Songbird Barbie came with a "singing bird."
1996 was the year Barbie's dog "Goldie" had twin puppy poodles and Barbie became a veterinarian for the first time and had a wide variety of dogs and cats to care for in her clinic. All of these pet patients were plastic featuring faux fur manes and tales.
1996 ushered in Barbie's Ocean Friends line featuring pets called "Baby Keiko" the killer whale, "Kira" a seal friend and an unnamed dolphin came with the Ken doll.
In 1997 Barbie's horse could stamp stars with her hooves. She also had automated ponies with special features.
Also in 1997 Barbie's stable was filled with Magical Pets: "Charlotte" the pig, "Rebecca" the lamb, "Lizzie" the calf, Mommy and baby pigs, and "Nibbles" the cow.
And in 1998, Barbie's "Winter Ride Horse" and "Walking Beauty" horse were introduced and another line of pets that included a variety of dog breeds like the Dalmatian, the Labrador, the St. Bernard and the Pointer were made available. Breeds with faux fur added included the Sheep dog, the Collie and the Yorkie. The Li'l Zoo Pals Line included petting zoo animals for Barbie too.
By 1999 Barbie was sold with a white horse along with her Royal Romance line. Three Glam dogs were introduced with Barbies all of them unnamed Afghan hounds in multiple colors and fur textures. There were also many more unnamed Glam 'N Groom pets with fur to brush and detailed accessories accompanied these too. New flocked pets were introduced in this year called that were sold as sets of "twin puppy pets." Large horse sets called "Brushable Beauties" and "Sparkle Beauties" were on the market. None of these horses were named by Mattel.
And last, but not least, the 1997 Barbie's "Rainbow Horse" included automated wings.
I found two additional dogs for our standard dolls at resale: a newer breed called the Biewer Terrier and a rare breed called the Ghost Giant Schnauzer. We named the female terrier "Queenie" and the male, white schnauzer "Casper." They are very good friends with "Beauty." They chase each other all around our custom Barbie playsets. Perhaps you will catch further glimpses of them in future craft posts?
It's easy to repaint resin figurines. Use acrylic paints to cover and then seal with Mod Podge.
I repainted these resin dogs to suite my own purposes. Resin is very easily painted over with acrylics and then seal the new coat of paint using Mod Podge.
With a little hot glue, a pink ribbon and a small clipping of faux fur, I made Queenie look more like her true breed, a Biewer Terrier.
Casper also has a new collar with a tiny tag the shape of a paw print. He is ready for a cuddle or tumble anytime with our dolls...
Old print of gentlemen "brook fishing" for native trout.
If tired businessmen could turn back the clock the banks of all the little brooks of the world would be crowded with small boys and their dogs. Of all the days of our youth, the most delightful were those we spent with a dog, a fishhook, and a can of worms along the brook that skirted the farm.
Weekdays were taken up with school and chores, but Saturday was our own and from early spring until late fall we haunted its banks. There was a can of worms under the back porch, the by-product of a job of spading we had done in the kitchen garden.
Calling the dog, we climbed the gate to the pasture and walked down the cow path across the fields to the brook. It was quiet and restful there; dragonflies buzzed about the pools and a rare leaf floated down to the water from the overhanging trees. At a bend a weeping willow leaned far out over the water. Here a deep pool had been washed out and here the biggest shiners and sunfish lay. While the dog investigated the latest messages in the skunk and groundhog holes along the bank, we cut a willow pole, tied on the line, using a ketchup bottle cork for a bobber.
All the long afternoon, as the shadows lengthened across the pole, we sat and watched the bobber, hoping for the big one that we never caught. Chore time came too soon and we reluctantly crossed the meadow again, carrying a half-dozen small fry strung on a piece of packing string. That evening an indulgent mother served them, crisp and brown. We ate them, tails, fins and bones
The huckster wagon, which at one time linked American farms to the crossroads store, has passed into limbo along with the buggy, the buffalo robe, and the bustle. In its heyday, during the century preceding the early 1900's, it was indispensable. While it brought the goods of the general store to isolated farms, and was run for profit by the storekeeper, it was much more than that to the lonely housewife tucked away among the endless fields.
There may be a few tough survivors in the Tennessee hills, or in the Ozarks but most children today would not recognize a huckster wagon if they saw one. There are modern grocery stores on wheels, luxurious vehicles on rubber, stocked with every- thing the inner man can desire. But these effete equipages are not to be confused with the old-time horse-drawn wagon piloted by a rugged, versatile individual who was more than a peddler-he was an institution, a cog in the wheel that brought America from the pioneer's log cabin to greatness. The roads he traveled were either ankle deep in dust or they were knee deep in mud. Through heat and cold and storm he made his appointed rounds. He was resourceful and hardy, and he had hair on his chest.
Such a huckster was Matt Fichter of Fichter Bros. General Store. The Fichter store was, and still is, the hub of the little universe of Reily, a quiet village among the rolling hills of Butler County, Ohio. The Fichter Bros. at one time operated huckster routes six days a week and kept three teams, which they used on alternate days, in their stables.
Matt, the younger of the two Fichter brothers, was the huckster. On huckstering days he'd roll out of bed at three in the morning. The night before he stocked the shelves of his wagon and filled the special orders from the previous trip. The wagon jolted out of Reily before dawn and drove into the first farmhouse before the morning milk pails stopped rattling.
When Matt's wagon turned in at the end of the lane the housewife put on a clean apron, slicked up her hair, and went out to the barnyard to meet it; the children appeared out of nowhere, the dogs barked, and father tied his team to the fence at the end of the corn row and walked up to the house.
Matt knew what was expected of him. He was a talkative and gregarious man, and as he wrapped the reins around the whip and climbed down from his seat, he began a discourse on the state of crops on the other side of the county, the health of the neighbors up and down the line, the arrival of new babies, national and local politics, and what to do in case of sunstroke in the hayfield. He passed along the gossip he had collected along his route. He was in a hurry, for he had to cover a ten-mile circuit before dark, but he knew that if he didn't throw in a bonus of gossip his customers would be disappointed.
He weighed the week's butter, loaded the egg crates, and stuffed a half-dozen culled hens into the crate hung beneath the tail gate. He dived into the dark recess of the wagon and filled the grocery order, drew a gallon of kerosene from a tank beneath the seat, and made a memo of next week's wants. As a parting gesture he gave each of the kids a stick of candy, climbed into the seat, and clucked his ponies into a trot. The wagon disappeared down the road in a cloud of dust.
Matt's morning passed with trading and talking from kitchen to kitchen. He made his noonday stop at a big elm tree beside a creek on a solitary stretch of dusty road. In the deep shade at the side of the road Matt ate the lunch prepared for him at home. He fed his horses, and watered them from a bucket filled at the creek. Then he readied his accounts and set out on the afternoon run.
His bookkeeping was important, for most of his customers paid their bills just twice a year-when the hogs were sold in the spring and when harvesting was over in the fall. The farmer and his hired hand were carried on credit. If a bad year came along, the accounts were carried for the next year. Most people paid as soon as they got the money. Sometimes a ne'er- do-well took his family and skipped the county, but these risks were expected. Honest folk could not be penalized.
The liberality of credit during the huckstering days of the Fichter Bros. is written through the pages of their heavy, leather-bound ledgers. Scarcely anyone was refused if he asked to be "put on the book for a spell." There was no high-pressure collecting. Back in 1929 Jim Wilkes had a bad year, like so many others. His bill mounted to several hundred dollars as one streak of hard luck followed another. Jim made a slow recovery, but Matt continued to stop at his place every week. Finally he was paying his bills regularly again, but nothing was ever said to him about his 1929 debt. Twenty years passed; the 1929 ledger had a thick coating of dust on it, and the paper was already yellowed. Then one day two years ago Jim walked into Fichter Bros. store and put down the money he owed. It was correct to the penny.
Matt Fichter was more than a huckster. He played cupid for a hired girl and a bachelor farmer for several years, and not only carried their love letters but helped compose them. When the wedding day came the groom rode to the bride's house in the huckster wagon.
Matt dosed out simple medicines for the sick, wrote letters for those who had never learned the art, cashed the checks of Civil War veterans, diagnosed the ailments of cows and horses, and settled line fence feuds; he found jobs for workers and workers for jobs. Some folks set butchering day for Matt's visit, because he knew how to sledge a hog between the eyes and when to take off the kettle of lard. He was an expert at seasoning sausage and mixing the sugar cure for hams and bacon.
It was surprising how many of the day-by-day wants Matt's light wagon held within its crowded interior: the staples-sugar, coffee, flour, spices, salt; drugs such as Castoria, Epsom salts, cough syrup, castor oil, camphor, liniment for man and beast; small items of hardware, nails, hinges, buckles, scythe blades, horse collars; dry beans, rice, corn meal, breakfast oats; overalls, candy, bolts of muslin and calico, clothespins, a bucket of salt mackerel, a jug of turpentine, machine oil, straw hats in season, oranges at Christmastime, plug tobacco, cheese.
There was a seasonal variety too. In the spring he loaded up heavy with onion sets, garden seeds, and seed potatoes; in the summer there were big grocery orders for the threshing rings and Mason jars with extra lids and rubbers; in the autumn there were husking pegs, double-thumbed gloves, and sausage seasoning. He was a keen merchandiser. If there was a shelf-worn item at the home store he carried it along on the wagon and moved it as a special; he usually added a sale or two in the luxury class—a hair ribbon for the little girl, a bag of marbles for the small boy, or a bottle of toilet water for the young lady. Father got his Sunday afternoon cigar from Matt, either a Pittsburgh stogic, three for a nickel, or even, when the hogs had been sold, an expensive five- cent panatela.
His books show that fifty years ago he paid 10 and 12 cents a dozen for eggs and 20 cents for an old rooster; fryers were 7 cents a pound; butter was 15. He sold a pound of sugar for 5 cents, salmon for 10 cents a can, and calico for 5 cents a yard. Bologna and salt mackerel were 10 cents a pound.
A great deal of the trade was barter. When the hens were laying well and the cows freshened, the housewife paid for the week's supplies with chickens, eggs, and butter, and had some change left over to drop into an old sugar bowl on the top shelf of the pie cupboard. Then the wagon usually carried more weight on its homeward trip than it carried out, for the huckster was the sole channel through which country produce moved from the farm to the city markets. Refrigeration being what it was fifty years ago and before, city people had only a vague notion what fresh country butter was actually like, and their eggs had often lost the bloom of youth.
The huckster wagon was a light-wheeled rig, either with roll-up canvas sides or with wood sides which supported shelving. It was usually drawn by two horses, light enough to make good speed. The so-called Western ponies were favorites, for they were tough and could trot along all day without tiring.
In the early days of auto trucks the progressive storekeeper sold his horses and bought a Reo or a Mack. This improved his speed and widened his territory, but the farmer no longer could set his clock by the huckster, for the engines in the early trucks were cranky and unreliable.
Fichter Bros. invested in a red Reo, which was known far and wide as "The Red Truck." The Red Truck was retired scarcely twenty years ago, when huckstering finally withered on the vine. About this time Fords, Maxwells, Essexes, and other passenger cars came within the reach of the farmer's pocketbook, roads were improved, and the huckster went into a swift decline. The whole family went to town on Saturday night to do the week's shopping and get an ice cream soda. The days of huckstering were numbered; the tempo of country life quickened, and horizons widened to the modern-day supermarket.
"Although a man's life may be well ordered, there will come moments when the realities are too stern, the business of life too demanding, the daily battle for survival too frustrating. In these moments he looks beyond the horizons, or goes back in memory to a better day when man seemed more free, when the pursuit of food and shelter was uncomplicated and direct, and all had peace and security.
Plagued by cold wars and hot wars, high velocity living and constant fears, we escape to this dream world when we can. And the more our sophistication, the more we yearn for the simple life as it was lived by our rural ancestors.
To our farmer forefathers nature was both an ally and an antagonist; and that's the way he wanted it, for he gloried in the battle with nature. As an ally, the soil and the sun and the rain brought his crops. Nature fed, clothed, and sheltered him. When nature became an antagonist, he met the issue with confidence. His tight barns were built of shaped red oak framing timbers, joined with second growth hickory pegs; his creek stone house had walls a foot thick; he stored his fruit cellars with food for the long winter and piled the firewood high; he fought frost and drought, flood and insect pests. When he won, the victory was sweet; when he lost he kept his dignity, for he had lost to a respected foe. He could always say that he fashioned his own security. He won and lost his own battles and this is why he considered himself an independent and free man.
The old-time farmer was self sufficient; he needed little from anybody or anything outside the limits of his own farmstead. He built his own A frame harrow, and he bred and fed his own horse power. He saved seed from the best of his grain and his livestock supplied the only fertilizer he used. His wife carded and spun the wool from his sheep, made the clothing for the family.
This way of life was good, we believe, but it was not to endure. The revolution in the industrial world set up pressures felt at last on the farm, and these too caused a revolution. The revolution in farming was the most explosive in all history. Almost overnight, as historical time goes, a way of life disappeared. The turn of the twentieth century saw the beginning of the end of farms and farming as they had been known for a thousand years. Twenty years later, when the world was picking up the pieces after World War I, the old-time farmer was in precipitous retreat. Mechanization and science rewrote his text books.
His old barter economy gave way before cash and credit and he lost that singular feeling of responsibility for his own security which had been bred into the poor subsistence farmer. The press and force of great numbers of people all about him, international markets for his crops and livestock, and government controls over his harvests made him aware of his obligations as a member of a world society.
This book describes life on the old-time farm, fading into memory and never to return. It is the history of ordinary people as they once lived in their self-sufficiency and the spurious freedom of isolation. It is well that we think of the good old days as an era of serenity and comfort. There was the warm kitchen, always perfumed with the aroma of newly baked bread; the fruit cellar with its bins of apples and turnips and potatoes; the fields and the barns; the animals and the simple tools of the farmers' trade; the days work with its triumphs and defeats.
Here is a way of life that we may never know again. In retrospect it seems a little bit of heaven; and that is how we should feel about the dead, be they people or just days and years." Edited and compiled by R. J. McGinnis in cooperation with the staff of The Farm Quarterly, 1960. For student use in the classroom or at home.
The Village and Community - "The first settler, like the first man to eat an oyster, was a man of courage, and a gambler too; he took a chance."
The Little Red Schoolhouse - "The little red schoolhouse, like the buffalo and the horse and buggy, is becoming a dim historical memory."
R. F. D. - stands for Rural Free Delivery - "the mail carrier is just another neighbor, willing and glad to help out with little favors."
The Hay Ride - "The hay ride was hot, dusty, and slow; the hayseed got down your neck, the wagon jolted the fillings out of your teeth, and you couldn't get very far out of town, for a yoke of oxen, at high speed, traveled less than five miles an hour."
The Hucksters - "The huckster wagon, which at one time linked American farms to the crossroads store, has passed into limbo along with the buggy, the buffalo robe, and the bustle. In its heyday, during the century preceding the early 1900's, it was indispensable."
Sweet Music - "The old-fashioned brass band has done more, to my way of thinking, than any other one thing to make our country the great nation that it is."
The Church Supper - or Potlucks - "The church mouse did not achieve his legendary reputation for leanness from mere accident."
The Patchwork Quilt - "The patchwork quilt was the product of long winter nights on the farm in the days when bad roads bound the family to the confines of the homestead."
The Spring House - "The pioneer looked for a spring and built his cabin near it, for he had no time nor equipment to dig a well."
The Root Cellar - "Just before the first frost the men of the farm pulled the turnips and cabbage, dug the potatoes and other vegetables and carried them into the root cellar."
Brook Fishing - "If tired businessmen could turn back the clock the banks of all the little brooks of the world would be crowded with small boys and their dogs."
Kids can celebrate all the days of July here by using our family blog posts. I will highlight the days of celebration in the United States/Canada with a pale orange color and the world days of observation with a pale lavender highlight. Sometimes the themes repeat themselves and so I will choose to list a topic under a month that has less content in order to spread things out a bit. I will be covering all of the months of the year. Readers will notice that I make additions to the listings over time and that I also choose content that is age appropriate in order to maintain my certifications.
The completed concessions counter with crafted shelves, foods, baskets, candy etc...
We set up the concession stand counter in our movie theater playset by using a pink bakery counter with transparent shelves found at resale. You can see below among the photos included there, how I altered the shelving to better display all of our doll's movie treats and foods. Shown above are three shelves of snacks: the top shelf is for boxed candy, the second shelf for fries, onion rings, sodas, nachos, hot dogs, pizza slices, sandwiches, and hamburgers. On the third and lowest shelf we included a transparent nail art divider from the local dollar store to display ice cream treats and beside this are two wire baskets for carrying food stuffs into the movie theater and then beside these are more boxes of Little Debbie cakes, Chips Ahoy and other treats crafted from printed grocery fliers and coupons included with mail.
The Our Generation Movie Theater Accessories: working lights on the outside over the ticket booth, inside a place to put a cell phone to show movies, red curtains, enter and exist signs and two red, plastic theater seats with cup holders, and one concession counter.
2 chocolate bars one white with strawberries and the other dark chocolate with caramel filling - our printable chocolate bars
6 drink options: two bottles of fruit drinks, two cups of soda with lids and straws and two small bottled waters, our versions included in photos below
two green, movie snack caddies for carrying treats into the theater - our bent chenille stem versions pictured below
Left, the recycled transparent bakery counter. I clipped photos of credit cards to glue to the inside wall of the counter top where the cash register will be positioned in the future. In the U. S. stickers of credit cards are often displayed on counter glass to show what may be used at the register. Right, are the ice cream treat erasers, doll sized, used inside of nail art caddy for the lowest shelf display.
Left, are boxed candies often sold in movie theaters in the U.S. These were glued directly on the cardboard shelf so that it would appear to be full at all times. Then I made a few loose candy boxes for the dolls to purchase and carry away as seen in the right hand photo. All of this printed candy was cut from grocery fliers and glued to tiny pieces of cardboard. It is legal to craft items like these if they are for personal collections, otherwise not for sale. The logos are owned by private companies and should not be sold or redistributed for profit.
Left, are more food erasers included as props in our movie theater display. Right, are the hand woven baskets for our dolls to carry snacks and food to their theater seats.
Left, I glued together drinking cups with lids and straws using cut cardboard pieces from paper egg cartons. Then I covered these with paper, fancy tissue and glue. Right are the nacho trays made from the same materials. The nachos themselves are sculpted from oven back clay, painted with acrylics and the cheese drizzled over the top is puff paint.
Left and center, is a shelf cut from cardboard and build permanently in the shape of an wedge as is the candy shelf displayed at the top of the page. This wedge shape keeps all of the tiny food items stacked neatly inside of the display. Right, are a few boxes I constructed to display french fries and also soda cups with straws. All of the shelf paper and paper condiments are decoupaged with the same star themed tissue paper.
Left, see the credit card cut-outs I found in a old magazine to tape with transparent packing tape to the inside of the display case. This is often done in real life at many places where credit cards are sold in the United States and Europe. Right, is a close-up of the food as seen through the plastic casing.
A printable clip art page from former 4-H club resources. Learn more about National 4-H clubs here. There may be active programs in your area; these are usually hosted by local State Universities. As always, the clip art is free for student art projects and private journals only folks.
Illustrations of cats, fish, mice, hamsters, dogs, and birds for students.
I have fewer cats and kitten scraps than dogs, but perhaps I will find some more on my next trip the "flee market?" Not real ones though, there are many folks in my home who are allergic to these little beauties. How will you finish dressing them up for your paper doll collection? If you prefer, you could dress them in something like velveteen and hang them on a Christmas tree, just like the Victorian's did.
A tabby with pale green eyes and red ribbon collar.
A blue ribbon collar around this cats' neck.
Here is a little Victorian miss dressed in blue. She carries a basket full of kittens.
The following pet dogs are for students to scrap their own paper dolls. Why not make your own unique collection? I will eventually acquire more than the four depicted below. Perhaps I will find a breed that is just like the pet you have at home.
A Bull dog with toothy grin.
A black labrador holding a duck for dinner.
A black and tan terrier with collar.
A mixed breed looks wears a man's bowler hat.
Victorian die cut of a girl cradling her pet cat and dog in her arms.
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