Happy 50th, Woodstock!

My custom Blythe hippie sisters, Tee Joy & Sunny, customized by the talented Sandra Coe in Detroit.  Her shop at Etsy is:
https://www.etsy.com/shop/Coedependent

Alice in Wonderland Blythe.  “White Rabbit” by Grace Slick is her fav song.  ;-)

Happy 50th anniversary to peace, love & rock & roll!  The birth of the 1970's began at Woodstock in 1969.  Magical music, peaceful gatherings and a generation of the best music ever composed in my generation.  

WOODSTOCK (Crosby, Stills & Nash)

Well, I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, Tell me, where are you going
This he told me

Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm
Gonna join in a rock and roll band
Got to get back to the land and set my soul free

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Well, then can I roam beside you?
I have come to lose the smog,
And I feel myself a cog in somethin' turning
And maybe it's the time of year
Yes and maybe it's the time of man
And I don't know who I am
But life is for learning

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song and a celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bomber death planes
Riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation

We are stardust, we are golden
We are caught in the devils bargain
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Joni Mitchell

The Dolls by John Ciardi

Miss Tee-Joy

Sunny, Tee-Joy’s sister. 

There’s a world of collectors of these unique, beautiful, mesmerizing Blythe dolls.  These two sisters, Tee-Joy and Sunny, were made by a doll customizing artist in Detroit.  My non-customized dolls all come from one place:  The Junie Moon Shop in Tokyo, Japan.  They’re not sold anywhere else except EBay.  A fun, interesting hobby.

The Dolls

BY JOHN CIARDI

Night after night forever the dolls lay stiff

by the children’s dreams. On the goose-feathers of the rich,

on the straw of the poor, on the gypsy ground—

wherever the children slept, dolls have been found

in the subsoil of the small loves stirred again

by the Finders After Everything. Down lay

the children by their hanks and twists. Night after night

grew over imagination. The fuzzies shed, the bright

buttons fell out of the heads, arms ripped, and down

through goose-feathers, straw; and the gypsy ground

the dolls sank, and some—the fuzziest and most loved

changed back to string and dust, and the dust moved

dream-puffs round the Finders’ boots as they dug,

sieved, brushed, and came on a little clay dog,

and a little stone man, and a little bone girl, that had kept

their eyes wide open forever, while all the children slept.

John Ciardi, “The Dolls” from In the Stoneworks (New Brunswick, NJ: Rutgers University Press, 1961)