Bizzy, bizzy…

Now that I’m feeling better, we’ve had a whirlwind weekend. Started Friday evening with a trip to El Cerrito’s little Japantown at the Jay Vee strip mall. Katana-ya is the most awesome ramen/sushi place in the area. If you go too late on ANY night it is packed beyond belief. We ordered Snow Crab Shabu Shabu to split and a mess o’ sushi. We brought the camera in but realized halfway through the meal that we’d forgotten to snap. Oh well, so you get the mess we made. It was, to say the least, amazing. I love food you have to crack and pull apart and pick at to eat. So fun! I call it little Japantown because in the same wee strip mall (that has been here since I was a baby) there is a Japanese food market, where we got cleaning sponges like Volks sells, and Re-ment, and little chocolate burger crackers. And there is also a Japanese dollar store next door where we bought more crap. El Cerrito rocks.
Went to the farmer’s market with my brother early Saturday, got lots of fancy meats and veggies and ate like true aging hippies last night with our dandelion greens and crepinettes. Mew!

The weather has been GORGEOUS so we headed out for Martinez since we had some pennies burning holes in our pockets. Mr. Kallisti picked up a beauty. A circa 1940’s Diana-F plastic camera bought for a mere pittance. Very cool, mang.
I found a boudoir doll (1920’s) that I am thinking on. GORGEOUS as well. Had to research before I dropped the dosh. I can’t find anything like her online or in my books. She is smaller, probably under 20″? German made with very petite composition features, hands and legs all in peach silk that looks original. And mohair marcelle waves. I um, have to have her. So I will be emptying my coin jars and maybe selling some other stuff to assuage the guilt. She’s not that expensive, honest… but I am spoiled and need to justify my purchases to myself.
On the way back to the car we stopped into a shop we’d been in last winter where we had coveted a petite uranium glass apothecary jar. The woman had just got it in but hadn’t priced it yet. It had a chip in the lip so she knew it would be under value but even the ballpark was more than our comfort zone. Well. It was still there! The lady wasn’t there, but the owner was. And the price was a under what her previous estimate had been and he knocked off an additional 10%. Pristine, this jar is worth a lot of money. I don’t spend that kind of money on collectibles usually, so a lot of the stuff I have has tiny flaws. Which is fine by me. I love the loot for itself not its value really. And this piece is gorgeous.

Mid to late 19th century, hand painted label uranium glass Valerian apothecary jar. It of course glows under black light.

And last but not least, I got Aimee’s outfit by Imai. I am so happy to own this! I love the outrageous take on traditional Japanese couture. I’ll do a better photo shoot with all the girls in Japanese garb, but Demelza looked so fab, and she was already wearing the neosium zouk eyes too.


Sorry for the wrinkly backdrop. I’m lazy and I suck. And I’m late to go spend the rest of my glorious weekend moving my mother into a new apartment. Eeep!

Old rag

So. I weeded out five crates of books last night to sell or take to the free book exchange at the El Cerrito recycle center. It got rid of all the books stuffed into crevasses and left a few nice wholes for expansion.
If we can swing it we might box up a bunch and put them in storage in the garage. If I can bear it.
But I found something Mr. Kallisti brought back for me from one of his many trips to the free book exchange! It is an early 70’s crochet magazine, I’m assuming it is Japanese. But he brought it home because of the doll on the back cover:

And one of the fab pix inside:

Now, where are my Oshare dolls? They were supposed to be released in November. *sniff*

Vintage dolls

I also love 20’s-40’s dolls, and have collected just a few. Here are some of my other darlings lying around the house. I may be off on the date allocations. Some of them I’m sure on, some of them I guess.

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40’s Composition Nun doll, Carnival prize dolls in chalkware (20’s) and celluloid (30’s-40’s), 1930’s Old Rubber Donald Duck (belonged to my Dad), 40’s French Can Can Dancer, 30’s Celluloid & Velveteen Monkey & a mini Celluloid Black Carnival Doll, and a couple baby rolly pollies (30’s and modern repro).

70’s Hawaiian Kissy Face Girl, 40’s Sr. Suavé, and a Photo of the Del Rio Midget Singing Group. Then there is Living Dead Girls Siamese Twins, 50’s Japanese Kimono Girl, and another 40’s French Can Can girl.
And Biscuit insisted on horning in on the photo op. Li’l slut.

Boudoir Girl

We spent a few days before Christmas junk shopping in Reno (and playing penny slots at the Peppermill Hotel). It was a disheartening trip shopping wise. We were on a tight budget and so we shopped very carefully. When I finally found what I wanted, I did the sensible thing and put down this beautiful but broken boudoir doll head after planning how I would restore her til we were done shopping the big store next door (just to be sure). The price was excellent and she was even discounted on top of that.
I returned two hours later to find that the booth owner had taken her home “to restore her” ten minutes after I had put her down. I assume she heard my plans to restore her. Grrrrr!!! And you should have seen how she “restored” the other once lovely girl in her booth. It was grotesque, down to Michaels curly doll hair and fake Laura Ashley doll dress. Bleh!!!
I was so angry.
WELL. We went to Martinez today to salve our wounded shopping wounds. And in the very last shop, five minutes til closing, what do I spy but a very unique boudoir doll, and this one even had a body!!!

Her face is painted silk, I don’t believe the hair is original because there appears to be spit curl glue marks on the side of her face. But her big smokey blue eyes are lovely. She’s about 28″ tall.
I grabbed her and ran to the counter, got a good price for her too. So now I have a vintage project doll to redress. Yum!

Christmas Tree topper that doesn’t suck

Found another one of those old Japanese boudoir type dolls. So when we saw legions of tacky porcelain angels at BigLots … well, the conclusion was obvious when we noticed half of them had their heads snapped off. Most of them were so horrid we nearly walked away when we noticed one all in red velvet and dark fur.
So after an hour chiseling out the porcelain head and glueing in the new torso, Mr. Kallisti brought her back in from the garage and I cut off part of her stole to make a big hat to cover the big glue blob on her head.

She’s a little big even for my 6″ tree. And we had to stuff a roll of toilet paper up her wazoo to get her to balance.

Who doesn’t love a nun?

Oh GARSH. Talk about switching gears. A non Japanese doll, non-hentai… I have lots of other stuff in my house, here’s one of my favorites.

A 1940’s Composition Nun Doll we picked up in Reno earlier this year. I paid a little too much for her, but she was in such excellent condition, aside from a little crazing. Her collar and wimple are painted leather, her dress and bloomers are entirely of black taffeta, her hands and face are painted compostion with a wooden body.
I would like a whole room full of nun dolls.