Things and stuff, in pictures.

I not all that sparkly. Phyiscal stuff hurts. Emotions hurt.

I do not want to neglect this blog. I am a good neglectfulness..stuff gets hard and I run away. I am trying to change this. Small steps, I am going to keep this blogging going.

I drew you some pictures..


Stuff I Loved As A Child

My ‘SpI’ walkie talkie was amazing. I loved it. I still dream of an industrial real one. If The Boyfriend does suceed in joining the Army I am totally stealing his kit..

and I utterly have imaginings for walkie talkies intergrated into our wedding. i won’t tell you how, it is classified spy shit. Yeaah.

yeah, i was shit at it, but i loved it


When i got my Eychasktch I had aspirations of this

click for link


or this

found on an art forum about 3D tablets with a poster winning with the old-skool


But as you can see from my re-creating I was lucky to get this –

pretty impressive, tbh


Could you do it?

On to other things…..

These were shit, but I loved them..


I was an evil little cow and used to put these on the stairs when I was angry with my Mum..she would never notice. I’d make sure she rushed upstairs by screaming at a fake spider/making brother cry/setting small fires* and in her haste to attned to her dear, dear daughter she’d impail herself on mini-parachute men.

They were even more of a hit Post-Toy-Story phase and I am still really elated if they ever turn up in Chrsitams crackers. I just had a very clear flashback to drowning the mini-men in Eggnog…a child bound for therapy? Moi?

*The fire thing was not true, I only set fire to my room once..and I was fifteen, no army men involed..just a journal and a whole heap of angst.

The ultimate toy…

What else do you need? oh, duct tape to keep Brother in..


I do not really need to explain why boxes are the staple diet of fun.

If you do not agree i think you were wired a bit wonky..

just to prove I was a girl here is some images of other stuff the defined my childhood..although no more MSpaint images and my fingers feels funky and pain = a bitch.

she pissed herself!!


I wanted a Baby-Born dolly so badly it hurt..once I had one, though the fun wore off. She was cute and I hated feeling guilty for throwing her down the stairs or trying to sew her eyes shut with a junior sewing kit…god, i was a fucked up kiddy..but i did love this doll…even if she never got a name..



In my search for the excat toy bunny i had as a kid i found the aboe picture…amazing!!! Bless the dog, he does not look happy..

anyway, i had an army of identical rabbits..about 6 or 7 that all looked like this

mine did not have nifty jumpers..


This army was mobilized with the use of my Walkie-talkies and Army-jumping well as my awesome list skills. I was going to take over the world..I nearly did..only then The Mum made me tidy my room so she could decorate it and my army was demoted to the wardrobe and army-bunny bed was replaced with a pristine bed spread.

My mu was famous for making her own Play-dough. My brother famous for eating it.

Is it an OOD from Dr Who?! Love it!


OOOOOOOOd ..ooddd…ooood, how the fcuk do you spell that?

Thank you for reading my Childhood in Pictures

Here is some more

Dogs Dressed Up As Other Animals

because everyone needs this in their day..obvs

dress up the dog game < do not think that this is not addictive…



is it cruel? !! it seems happy




love his face!

oggy doggy

Wow, that made me happier.

Sorry for the lack of words in this post, I aim to be back to my normal, convoluted self soon!




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  1. #1 by serenablog529 on January 28, 2012 - 12:37 am

    I love the dress up outfits

  2. #2 by The Dandelion Girl on January 28, 2012 - 2:34 am

    My dog has a penguin hoodie… hahaha… I like to think she loves it (or maybe she just loves the warmth of it… or the fact that it fits her)

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