LJN Wrestling Figures!

Woohoo! I love my LJN wrasslin’ dollies! I have a few more, and I am looking for a few more–especially Hulk Hogan and Randy Savage..
I was not your typical girl in the 80s, obviously.. šŸ˜€

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Halloween Countdown 2017: My Brother’s Handmade Yard Decorations!

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Do you ever have decorations from any holiday that you take out, year after year, and they get a little shabbier, a little more worn out and fragile, and you just can’t part with them or fix them up because they are so precious to you, you wouldn’t want to change their original charm? Do they bring back memories of holidays past? Or maybe someone long since parted from this life made them, and you don’t want to cover that person’s craftwork? Are those decorations practically like part of the family? Well, I certainly can identify with these sentiments, and my oldest brother Jimmy sums it up very well with these wooden cutouts his late father-in-law made. I’ll put in his original words:

Back around 1992, my father-in-law Harry M—- bought a really fancy scroll saw. Another addition to “Harry’s Hardware Store”. He quickly put it to use makingĀ these cut-outs for the family. In addition to the Halloween ones here, he did some for Christmas and Thanksgiving. He made sets for us, my brother in law’s house and for his house. After he passed in 2004 we got his sets of cut-outs.

Here they are for their 24th Halloween (have more in front of the house) and they still get great comments from the neighbors. They need repainting but I really don’t want to paint over Pawpaw’s art.

Happy Halloween everybody!

Project: The Simon Le Bon Aztec Bird(?) Shirt

I’m an 80s gal. I loved the music, the clothes, the TV shows, the toys and the knickknacks of our daily lives.
I was a big Duran Duran fan, too. I had a group of friends that shared my adoration for them, some to the point of being fanatical. A couple even signed their last names on notes back and forth with their last names as “Le Bon” and “Rhodes”. They are still my friends to this day, so if they are reading this I hope they share a chuckle with me. I preferred Andy Taylor myself,but I always tended to kinda go for the more unusual person in a band. Anyway, I was fortunate to be able to watch “Live Aid” when it happened, and I taped most of it, the whole day. It actually occurred on a day that we were having a birthday party for me at my parents’ house. I would run over to the TV periodically to check that it was recording or to shove a new tape into the VCR, and then get back to the festivities. I would watch my favorite acts when they happened..I remember it was just a very loose sort of day.

When Duran Duran came onstage, I was really wowed by Le Bon’s new look; he had very short dark hair instead of the frosted blonde mullet he had sported before. I was also very enamored with his outfit and have pretty much wanted to mimic it ever since. It was a red blazer(God,I loved the blazer-over-graphic tee look) over a white tee shirt with a black bird or dragon-bird in a very Aztec-like style.

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This is a composite I have made of the shirt. I have paused and screencapped this video(the video is also known as “The Bum Note Heard Round the World” but I won’t go into that. I felt bad for the guy but I will admit cracking up when I heard it) over and over but I can’t get a shot of what the bird’s head looks like. Still,I think I could draw it if I wanted to, and I do want to. I want my own shirt, dammit! It’s long overdue.

More Stuff from my Mother’s House: Funky!

I’d like to introduce y’all to My Friend Funky.

Funky was created quickly one day at my grandparents’ house when I was itching to make a stuffed toy and Grandmother told me, “Well, go up in the attic and get some fabric, and then make you a pattern and I’ll sew it up.” Which is what she usually told me.
So,I scrambled up into the attic(after getting Granddaddy to let down the ladder for me) and promptly raided Grandmother’s immense fabric stash.
She had boxes and boxes of fabric left over from making her own clothes, Easter dresses for me, and various other projects. Most of it was polyester knit stuff, from making her little leisure outfits she wore from the 1960s to the early 1980s. There was also a good bit of cotton from quilting. The fabric I had in mind needed to be white, and maybe something pink or red. I came downstairs with some white polyester knit and some fuschia velour.
Grandaddy got me out some newspaper from the stack in the basement and I set to work on my patternĀ which was essentially a silhouette of a skinny,gull-like Ā bird. At that time IĀ didn’t understand about making a pattern three-dimensional, and when I drew the foot included in with the body, I thought it would eventually magically split in two and become two feet. I had a lot to learn.
Grandmother laid out my pattern on the white fabric and remembered to give a bit of seam allowance–something I hadn’t grasped yet, either( I was about six or seven).
After she cut out the pieces and sewed them together, we realized my bird still didn’t have enough seam allowance so we opted not to turn the fabric. For this reason he has this odd little halo of extra fabric all around his body outline. I stuffed him with the then-new Polyfil(“Don’t shove it all in at once, Elizabeth, you have to spread the stuffing out first to get theĀ lumps out”), and stared at his blank face.
I didn’t know how to make eyes like I do now, and I really didn’t like the eyes for stuffed animals that craft stores carried, so I asked if Grandmother would stitch some eyes onto my bird. She had me draw a light pencil line for eyes and a mouth, and she patiently embroidered the face you see here.

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He isn’t quite symmetrical—his right side is his serious side, while the leftĀ side shows a more playful mood.( In the above pic you can see stitching under his throat where constant play raveled the fabric and he needed surgery.)

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From the bright velour I cut out two wing shapes and decided to just glue them on, plus a crest shaped exactly like his wings. For some reason Funky’s crest appears to be glued on with some very stout adhesive. And in the above photo, you can of course see his single gimpy foot. :/ I called him Funky after the Funky Chicken dance, but he isn’t a chicken.

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Still, it is wonderful to see him again. I played with him a lot and Ā I recall him being the artist in my toys’ adventures. I think it suits him!