Истории, придуманные Тоннером

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Эта тема - для оригинальных историй про кукол Тоннер, т.е. написанных самим Тоннером.

Комментировать здесь не нужно. Со всеми комментариями, замечаниями, предложениями, дополнениями милости прошу сюда viewtopic.php?f=92&t=62207

Что на данный момент уже имеется в теме:

1. Краткий канон Тайлер Вентворт (кто есть кто)
2. Портфолио агентства Чейз

3. История Энди Миллза в 3х частях

4. История Элловайн и её друзей (не переведена)
5. Стим Панк Империум Парк, короткая история
6. История Эванджелин Гастли (не переведена)
7. История Амелии Тимбл (не переведена)
8. История Сэд Салли (не переведена)
9. История Пейшенс (найдено только краткое описание)

10. Подробная история Тайлер Вентворт, начиная с 1999г. - и ориентировочно по 2010. (в процессе)

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Оригинальный английский текст - под спойлерами.

Если вы хотите получше рассмотреть картинку, иногда это возможно. Берете адрес картинки (url), его окончание выглядит как _L.jpg, добавляете английскую X перед L, получаете окончание _XL.jpg (иногда доступен и размер _XXL.jpg), смотрите большую картинку. Если размер не изменился, значит, он максимальный.

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Краткий канон Тайлер Вентворт

Скрытый контент: показать

Найдено здесь: http://www.thefullwiki.org/Tyler_Wentworth

Tyler Wentworth is a 16" fashion doll produced by the Tonner Doll Company, Inc. (ja:トナードール社) for adult collectors. Tyler Wentworth dolls are constructed of vinyl and hard plastic and have rooted hair or wigs. The Tonner Doll Company produces an extensive selection of ensembles and boutiqe pieces for the Tyler Wentworth doll made from the finest silks, french lace, chiffon, wool and scale knits. The Tonner Doll Company strongly encourages adult collectors to play with their dolls.
The first Tyler Wentworth collection debuted at American International Toy Fair in 1999. Subsequent collections have debuted each year at Toy Fair from 1999 until the present. Beginning in 2002, Tonner Doll Company began releasing "Mid-Year" collections during the Summer.
Friends, Family & Associates
Tyler Wentworth has several friends that have been produced for the collection. Debut date notes the year the character entered the Tyler Wentworth canon.
Esme - Pre-med student and Chase Model. Tyler discovered Esme while she was working in bookstore. Debuted in 2000.[1]
Sydney Chase - Tyler's best friend and owner of Chase Modeling Agency. Debuted in 2001.[2]
Mei Li - CEO of Aurora Cosmetics. Debuted in 2001. Mei Li was retired in 2003, but returned in 2009.[3]
Angelina Ruiz - Chase Model and owner of Ruiz Gallery in SoHo. Dating Sean O'Neil. Debuted in 2003. [4]
Matt O'Neil - Tyler's husband. Financial consultant and volunteer fireman. Debuted in 2003. [5]
Sean O'Neil - Matt O'Neil's younger brother. Dating Angelina Ruiz. Debuted in 2003. [6]
Carrie Chan - Chase Model and owner of C&H Associates, a PR firm that handles publicity for The House of Wentworth and The Chase Modeling Agency. Debuted in 2004.[7]
Russell Williams - Matt O'Neil's best friend. Architect. Dating Esme. Debuted in 2004.[8]
Stella - Chase Model. Debuted in 2004.[9]
Kit - Chase Model. Divorced from Simon Chase (Sydney Chase's twin brother). Modeled with Voss INTL. for two years right after the divorce...but then returned to Chase and is modeling Tyler's designs again. Debuted in 2004.[10]
Jac - Chase Model. Debuted in 2004.[11]
Ashleigh - Chase Model. Debuted in 2004. [12]
Suzette DuBois - Design school friend of Tyler and owner of Suzy's Paris. French. Debuted in 2004 [13]
Regina Wentworth - Tyler's great-aunt who launched The House of Wentworth and then handed over the reigns to Tyler. Regina retired to the south of France with young artist, Carlos for a few years. Then, returned to 7th Avenue to launch The Regina Collection. Regina secured Chase models Jac and Angelina to model her new look. Debuted in 2005, and again in 2008 (as a different sculpt).[14] [15]
Marley Wentworth - Tyler's younger sister. Debuted in 2005. [16]
Shauna - Tyler's best friend from childhood. She is now a Sports Marketing Director, living in Pittsburgh. Debuted in 2005. [17]
Sammie - Chase Model. British. Debuted in 2005. [18]
Charlotte - Chase Model. Former beauty queen. Debuted in 2006.[19]
Layne Reese - Chase Model and World News Anchor. Debuted in 2007.[20]
Mina - Layne Reese's best friend (Shinyuu). Debuted in 2007.[21]
Emilie - Chase Model and rising ballet star. Debuted in 2007.[22]
Kagiso - Chase Model. Kagiso uses the "Jac" sculpt. Debuted in 2008.[23]
Jeremy Voss - Tyler's rival. Former friend from design school, Voss was Regina's first assistant but left to start his own line when Regina appointed Tyler as her successor instead of Voss. Debuted in 2008. [24]
Ava - Voss Intl. model. Debuted in 2008.[25]
Daphne - Granddaughter of Daphne Dimples. Dating Sydney Chase's twin brother, Simon Chase. Debuted in 2009.[26]
Simon Chase - Sydney Chase's twin brother. Photographer for Tres Chic Magazine, etc. Kit's ex-husband. Dating Daphne. Debuted in 2009.[27]
SUPPORTING CHARACTERS: The following characters have been mentioned in Tyler Wentworth canon, but never produced as dolls for the collection.
Carlos - Aunt Regina's paramour. Young artist.[28]
Christian Wolfe - Tyler's good friend. Played Hamlet in Shakespeare in the Park.[29]
Duchess of Clemens - Restored the public gardens at Clemons Manor. Tyler embroidered the Duchess' favorite flowers into the design, "Midnight Garden". The Duchess invited Tyler to Florence, Italy and Tyler wore her design, "Florentine".[30] [31]
Steven Masterson - Tyler's dear friend. Went on a "New England Excursion" with Tyler. Owner of Little Luxuries and Just Divine restaurants.[32] [33] [34]
Virginia Chase - Sydney and Simon Chase's mother. Editor of Tres Chic magazine.
Rod Chase - Sydney Chase's father.
Mayzee Rockwell - Throws an annual cocktail party to herald the Manhattan social season. Tyler and Esme both wore "Double Take" to one of these parties. [35]
Giancarlo - Owns Italian silk mills. Client of Tyler. Designed the silk for Tyler design, "Toscano". [36]
William Wentworth - Tyler Wentworth's father.
Winnie - Deceased Chase Model.
Pepper - Deceased Chase Model.
Beau - Deceased Chase Model.
External links
Tyler Wentworth Collection Official site
Tyler Wentworth Archive Official site
Effanbee Doll Company Official site
References
Stephanie Finnegan. (2000). The Robert Tonner Story: Dreams & Dolls . New York: Portfolio Press.
Stephanie Finnegan. (2002). The Robert Tonner Story Update 2002. New York: Portfolio Press.
Krystyna Poray Goddu. (2003). High Style Premiere Issue. Cumberland: Reverie Publishing
Krystyna Poray Goddu. (2004). High Style 2004. Cumberland: Reverie Publishing
Krystyna Poray Goddu. (2005). High Style 2005. Cumberland: Reverie Publishing
Krystyna Poray Goddu. (2006). High Style Grand Finale. Cumberland: Reverie Publishing
Krystyna Poray Goddu (2004). The Tyler Wentworth Fifth Anniversary Album. Cumberland: Reverie Publishing
Robert Tonner. (2006). Robert Tonner Inspirations. Cumberland: Reverie Publishing
"Tales of Tyler", Fashion Doll Quarterly (Spring 2008 Issue - Jump Drive FDQ Bracelet)
http://www.fdqmedia.com/
Categories: Fashion dolls | Toys stubs

Тайлер Вентворт - фэшн кукла компании Тоннер, адресованная взрослым коллекционерам. Куклы Тайлер производятся из винила и твердого пластика и имеют прошитые волосы или парики. Компания Тоннер производит широкий ассортимент одежды и ансамблей для Тайлер из лучшего шелка, французских кружев, шифона, шерсти, также производятся вязаные изделия. Компания Тоннер стимулирует взрослых людей к игре с куклами.

Первая коллекция Тайлер Вентворт была представлена на Международной Американской выставке Toy Fair в 1999г. Последующие коллекции ежегодно представлялись и продолжают представляться на Toy Fair. С 2002г. компания Тоннер начала выпускать по две коллекции в год.



ДРУЗЬЯ И РОДСТВЕННИКИ ТАЙЛЕР ВЕНТВОРТ

Для коллекции Тайлер Вентворт был выпущен ряд друзей Тайлер. Для каждого указан год, когда персонаж был добавлен к канону Тайлер Вентворт.

Эсме - Esme - студент-медик и модель агентства Чейз. Тайлер нашла Эсме, когда та работала в книжном магазине. 2000. [1]

Сидней Чейз - Sydney Chase - лучшая подруга Тайлер и владелец модельного агентства Чейз - Chase Modeling Agency. 2001. [2]

Мей Ли - Mei Li - Генеральный директор Aurora Cosmetics. 2001. Выпуск был прекращен в 2003, однако возобновлен в 2009. [3]

Анжелина Руиз - Angelina Ruiz - модель агентства Чейз и владелец Галереи Руиз в Сохо. Встречается с Шоном О'Нилом. 2003. [4]

Мэтт О'Нил - Matt O'Neil - муж Тайлер. Финансовый консультант и пожарник-доброволец. 2003. [5]

Шон О'Нил - Sean O'Neil - младший брат Мэтта О'Нила, встречается с Анжелиной Руиз. 2003. [6]

Кэрри Чан - Carrie Chan - модель агентства Чейз и владелец C&H Associates, PR-агентства, занимающегося рекламой Дома Вентворт и агентства Чейз. 2004. [7]

Рассел Вильямс - Russell Williams - лучший друг Мэтта О'Нила, архитектор, встречается с Эсме. 2004.[8]

Стелла - Stella - модель агентства Чейз. 2004.[9]

Кит - Kit - модель агентства Чейз. Разведена с Саймоном Чейзом (братом-близнецом Сидней Чейз). После развода в течение двух лет работала с агентством Voss INTL., однако затем вернулась в агентство Чейз и снова представляла одежду дизайна Тайлер. 2004. [10]

Жак - Jac - модель Чейз. 2004.[11]

Эшли - Ashleigh - модель Чейз. 2004. [12]

Сюзетт Дюбуа - Suzette DuBois - подруга Тайлер по школе дизайна и владелец Suzy's Paris. Француженка. 2004 [13]

Реджина Вентворт - Regina Wentworth - двоюродная бабушка Тайлер, открывшая Дом Вентворт и затем передавшая бразды правления Тайлер. Реджина провела несколько лет с молодым художником на юге Франции, после чего вернулась на 7ю Авеню для создания Regina Collection. Модели Жак и Анжелина из агентства Чейз представляют ее новые модели. 2005, 2008 (другой молд).[14] [15]

Марлей Вентворт - Marley Wentworth - младшая сестра Тайлер. 2005. [16]

Шауна - Shauna - лучшая подруга детства Тайлер. Сейчас директор по спортивному маркетингу, живет в Питтсбурге. 2005. [17]

Сэмми - Sammie - модель Чейз. Англичанка. 2005. [18]

Шарлотт - Charlotte - модель Чейз, в прошлом Королева красоты. 2006.[19]

Лэйн Риз - Layne Reese - модель Чейз и World News Anchor. 2007.[20]

Мина - Mina - лучшая подруга Лэйн Риз (Shinyuu). 2007.[21]

Эмили - Emilie - модель Чейз и восходящая звезда балета. [22]

Кагизо - Kagiso - модель Чейз. (Молд Жак). 2008.[23]

Джереми Восс - Jeremy Voss - соперник Тайлер. Бывший друг Тайлер по школе дизайна, Восс был первым помощником Реджины, однако ушел из агентства Вентворт и запустил собственную линию одежды, когда Реджина вместо него назначила своей преемницей Тайлер. 2008. [24]

Ава - Ava - модель Voss Intl. 2008.[25]

Дафна - Daphne - внучка Дафны Димплс (Daphne Dimples - похоже, кукла, выпускавшаяся Эффенби - мое примечание). Встречается с братом-близнецом Сидней Чейз, Саймоном Чейзом. 2009.[26]

Саймон Чейз - Simon Chase - брат-близнец Сидней Чейз. Фотограф Tres Chic Magazine, бывший муж Кит, встречается с Дафной. 2009.[27]


ДОПОЛНИТЕЛЬНЫЕ ПЕРСОНАЖИ: следующие персонажи были упомянуты в каноне Тайлер Вентворт, но не были выпущены.

Карлос - Carlos - любовник тети Реджины, молодой художник.[28]

Кристиан Вольф - Christian Wolfe - добрый друг Тайлер. Играл шекспировского Гамлета в Park.[29]

Герцогиня Клеменс - Duchess of Clemens - восстановила сады в Clemons Manor. Тайлер включила в свою коллекцию вышивки с любимыми цветами герцогини, дизайн "Midnight Garden". Герцогиня пригласила Тайлер во Флоренцию, Италия, где Тайлер разработала свой дизайн "Florentine".[30] [31]

Стивен Мастерсон - Steven Masterson - друг Тайлер. Ездил с Тайлер в путешествие "New England Excursion". Владелец Little Luxuries и ресторана Just Divine. [32] [33] [34]

Вирджиния Чейз - Virginia Chase - мать Сидней и Саймона Чейзов. Редактор журнала Tres Chic.

Род Чейз - Rod Chase - отец Сидней и Саймона Чейзов.

Мэйзи Роквелл - Mayzee Rockwell - организатор ежегодного коктейля в честь открытия светского сезона на Манхэттене. Тайлер и Эсме надевали "Double Take" на один из таких коктейлей. [35]

Джанкарло - Giancarlo - владелец итальянской шелковой фабрики, выпускает шелк для коллекции Тайлер "Toscano". [36]

Уильям Вентворт - William Wentworth - отец Тайлер Вентворт.

Винни - Winnie - бывшая модель Чейз

Пеппер - Pepper - бывшая модель Чейз

Бо - Beau - бывшая модель Чейз

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Когда-то попался мне на ebay лот - "Чейз Моделинг Эдженси Портфолио", якобы изданное тиражом 300шт. С фотографиями. Фото я сохранила, а вот автора, к сожалению, указать уже не могу, не вспомнить и не найти. Кажется, еще были страницы с текстом, который я почитала и не увидела смысла переводить. Я их поищу, если найду, дополню ими пост и переведу текст. А пока что есть, фото и частичный перевод.



Список моделей агентства Чейз:

Эсме - самая первая модель агентства Чейз
Стелла - естественная красота, безмятежный взгляд, чувственные губы, звезда бьюти-сьёмок
Эшли - роскошная, шикарная красота, достойная представлять высокую моду
Жак - безграничное обаяние женственности
Кит - образ девушки из соседнего подъезда
Сэмми - самобытная британская красота и стиль
Анжелина - эксклюзивная модель агентства Чейз
Эмили - парижанка, стиль двадцать первого века
Шарлотта - классическая красота вне времени

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Когда-то у Тоннера на фейсбуке кроме основного аккаунта были и аккаунты некоторых его персонажей, в том числе аккаунт Энди Миллза. Там лежали 3 части истории Энди.



К моему огромному сожалению, аккаунты удалены и тексты историй утеряны. Я их не сохранила. У меня остался только мой собственный, кое-где весьма вольный, перевод и кое-какие картинки. Ну, что есть. История Энди Миллза - организатора мероприятий - и его верных подруг и соратниц, Ками и Джонкуил.



ЖИЗНЬ И СТРАСТИ МОЛОДОГО НЬЮ-ЙОРКА, ЧАСТЬ I



Добро пожаловать в An Elegant Event !
Невероятные, беспрецедентные, незабываемые праздники, события и мероприятия!

Наши суперпрофессиональные, преданные своему делу сотрудники – непревзойденные специалисты в организации мероприятий и событий любого формата. Обширная сеть безупречных поставщиков, лучшие площадки, смелость, изобретательность, талант – наш размах не под силу ни одному из наших конкурентов!

An Elegant Event провёл множество успешных мероприятий, начиная от корпоративных праздников и концертов и заканчивая Нью-Йоркской Неделей Высокой моды.

An Elegant Event был создан в 2006м году, находится во владении и под управлением Эндрю Миллза.

Г-н Миллз родом из города Ренвик, штат Айова, учился в Нью-Йорке, в 2002г. получил степень МВА в области маркетинга и бизнес-менеджмента в Университетском Колледже.

Эндрю Миллз…

"... невероятный, сказочный, безумно шикарный и божественный!" - захохотал Энди, вставая из-за стола за очередной порцией кофе. Вместе со своей ассистенткой Джиной они писали его краткую биографию для нового сайта.

"А по-моему, супер! - хитро прищурилась Джина. – Но чего-то не хватает. Например… Например, я больше всего на свете люблю себя! А ты кого любишь?"
"Ну нет, ответ на этот вопрос для сайта точно не годится ..." - ухмыльнулся Энди и откинулся на спинку кресла.

Это отдельная и даже, пожалуй, ключевая глава Жизни и Страстей Молодого Нью-Йорка с Эндрю Миллзом в главной роли, без которой наша история определённо была бы неполной.

(...)

Продолжение следует. Оставайтесь с нами!
Из второй части вы узнаете, как Энди стал организатором мероприятий, а из третьей – как он познакомился с Ками и Джонкуил.

ЖИЗНЬ И СТРАСТИ МОЛОДОГО НЬЮ-ЙОРКА. ЧАСТЬ II. КАК ЭНДИ СТАЛ ОРГАНИЗАТОРОМ МЕРОПРИЯТИЙ



“Так значит, у тебя есть степень по маркетингу? А как ты стал организатором мероприятий? ” - поинтересовалась Джина, задумчиво глядя на страницу с незаконченной биографией.

Энди рассеянно смотрел в окно, размышляя, как лучше ответить на этот вопрос. Похоже, о некоторых вещах он предпочитал не вспоминать.

Прежде чем открыть собственный бизнес, Энди долгое время работал у скандально известного Дариена в Essential Entertainment, Inc. Энди восхищала и поражала внутренняя сила Дариена, его умение оставаться самим собой в любых обстоятельствах. Однако у работы под руководством Дариена была не только светлая сторона. Энди узнал много о разных аспектах бизнеса организации мероприятий, в том числе о весьма неприглядных. Дариен оказался чрезвычайно опасным и беспощадным человеком. Когда дело касалось бизнеса, он не останавливался практически ни перед чем, чтобы убрать с дороги конкурентов.

Энди приходилось выполнять его поручения – он делал звонки, представлялся чужими именами, отменял запланированные встречи, давал ложные сведения. Отвлекал водителей, пока Дариен засыпал сахар в бензобак или прокалывал шины. Далеко не всегда Энди был в курсе всего, что задумал Дариен на этот раз, и время от времени оказывался вовлечен в серьезные преступления – случались и отравления, и кражи, и даже киднэппинг. Но это уже совсем другая история.

Чаша терпения Энди в конце концов переполнилась, он уволился из Essential Entertainment и уехал, а впоследствии открыл собственный бизнес по организации мероприятий, An Elegant Event . Как несложно догадаться, Дариен пришел в бешенство, узнав об этом. Энди знал слишком много...

Продолжение следует…
Из части III вы узнаете, как Энди познакомился с Ками и Джонкуил.

ЖИЗНЬ И СТРАСТИ МОЛОДОГО НЬЮ-ЙОРКА, ЧАСТЬ III



“Дайте же мне наконец рассказать! ” - донесся весёлый голос с заднего сидения.

В этот тёплый ноябрьский день Энди, Трейс, Ками и Джонкуил (лучшая подруга Ками и сказочный флорист по совместительству) направлялись обратно в Манхэттен после долгих выходных, проведенных в горах. Друзья наслаждались хорошей компанией, красивыми пейзажами и обменивались душевными историями из своего прошлого – кем они были, кем стали, как познакомились друг с другом.

“Пусть уже Энди расскажет! ” – воскликнула белокурая красотка Ками, весело сверкнув озорными зелеными глазами.

Энди улыбнулся, картинно откашлялся и драматически начал: “Это была суббота …”

Энди познакомился с Ками и Джон совершенно случайно, но история эта воистину была драматична.

В самом начале своей карьеры Энди получил заказ от дамы, которой безмерно восхищался и на которую отчаянно хотел произвести хорошее впечатление. Тельма Хайцманн, первая леди Бродвея, имела оглушительный успех в прошедшем сезоне. Она наняла Энди для организации праздника для своих близких друзей в одном милом местечке.

Энди был на седьмом небе. Он ощущал, что просто создан для этой работы. Только он мог организовать такой праздник, которого заслуживает эта невероятная женщина! Судьба дала ему шанс, и теперь вся его дальнейшая жизнь зависит от того, насколько блестяще он справится с этим заказом.

Энди тщательно следил за всем, бесконечно проверял каждую мелочь, но … Невероятно, но все его старания пошли прахом! Ровно за три часа до начала праздника зазвонил телефон. Это был повар, который должен был приготовить угощение для фуршета. Придя этим утром на работу, он обнаружил замок взломанным, а дверь приоткрытой.

Ворвавшись внутрь, он обнаружил, что двери офиса заперты и сейф цел. Озадаченный, он направился к кухне, откуда доносились какие-то тихие звуки, напоминавшие шелест листьев. Он резко распахнул кухонную дверь, надеясь застать врасплох того, кто там был, и увидел… енотов. Не меньше пятнадцати наглых жирных енотов сновали по кухне и жевали всё, до чего дотягивались их цепкие лапы. Мусор, крошки и объедки были везде – на столах, на полу, на лестнице. Внезапно повару стало жаль, что его на самом деле не ограбили... Он был вне себя! Что делать, как объяснить клиенту, что произошло? Из жалких остатков, которые еще можно собрать, он не сможет сделать абсолютно ничего для Тельмы Хайцманн…

Энди в своей обычной спокойной манере любезно поблагодарил за звонок и положил трубку. После чего в срочном порядке обзвонил всех остальных семерых поставщиков, с которыми когда-либо имел дело. Никто из них не был готов накормить хоть чем-нибудь 75 человек ровно через три часа. Энди раздраженно отшвырнул телефон в сторону и краем глаза заметил, что тот приземлился рядом с бледно-розовой карточкой. Потянувшись за телефоном, Энди поднял заодно и карточку и невольно ею залюбовался. Даже в такой отчаянной ситуации он отмечал вещи, приятные глазу. Вернувшись к действительности, он понял, что визитная карточка принадлежит поставщику, с которым он ни разу не имел дела. И даже никогда не слышал о таком! Какая-то Ками… Но что ему оставалось? Рискованно – но другого выхода не было.

Тут телефон Энди зазвонил снова… На этот раз звонил Аарон, флорист. Потрясающий, но совершенно рассеянный флорист. По дороге к месту проведения мероприятия он, похоже, ни разу не обернулся назад и не заметил, что двери его фургона были не до конца закрыты. Только прибыв на место, он увидел, что все лилии и галардии раскиданы по дороге. Он оставил за собой роскошный шлейф из цветов, а фургон был абсолютно пуст! Аарон был убит… Уничтожен. И смущён…
“Энди, я клянусь, клянусь, что закрыл и запер двери! Мой фургон не может тронуться, если хоть какая-то из дверей открыта. Я просто не знаю, не представляю, как это возможно и что могло произойти!» - кричал Аарон.

Энди не верил в совпадения. Это была работа Дариена.

Тем временем…

В динамиках играла зажигательная музыка, а Ками, приплясывая, протирала пол на своей новой кухне. Она вся светилась от радости и счастья – больше никакой работы по найму! Она наконец-то открыла свое дело. Это будет трудный путь, но он того стоит! В этот момент зазвонил телефон. Номер был незнакомый…

“Вы умеете творить чудеса? “ - спросил голос.

“Да! ”- воскликнула она. Энди представился и описал свое отчаянное положение. Ками с головой накрыло невероятным ощущением… Чувства переполняли её, грудь распирало от волнения. Она может, она должна это сделать! Если всё получится – это станет её счастливым билетом!

Сейчас, когда у них было всего три часа до начала – было ясно как день, что времени не хватит ни на что. Выход один – начинать действовать и импровизировать на ходу.

Ками обернулась, чтобы проверить, что есть у нее в холодильнике. Фактически пусто, за исключением некоторых продуктов из утренней поставки – но это практически ничего. Надо ехать на рынок, что выбивает из графика окончательно.

Приехав на рынок, Ками кинулась в секцию морепродуктов. Готовые суши. Это сэкономит немного времени. Так, что еще… Она заметила, что у бакалейщика есть солидный запас орехов разных видов… Можно сделать «ореховый бар»! Сыр, фрукты, вино. Это будет уникальный фуршет!

Когда она добралась до места, времени оставалось в обрез – только разложить все по подносам… Как же хорошо, что она накупила продуктов, которые не нужно готовить!

Тем временем Джон после срочного звонка Ками пыталась понять, каким образом она может сделать что-то для этого праздника абсолютно из ничего… Все её запасы цветов полностью ушли на сегодняшнюю роскошную свадьбу, а следующая поставка только в понедельник. Она поёжилась от мысли, что придется ехать за цветами в супермаркет или и того хуже – к другому флористу! Всё, что осталось у нее в холодильнике – это мох и ветки… Может быть, если сходить в хозяйственный магазин и поискать что-нибудь в отделе для сада…

Добравшись до хозяйственного, Джон поняла, что делать здесь нечего. Если только накупить садовых гномов. По какой-то причине в отделе для сада сегодня был крайне скудный выбор... Но другого выхода нет. Больше она никуда не успевает. Взгляд Джон упал на оранжерею с квадратами дёрна. А если?.. Джон воспряла духом. Она разложит дерн в квадратные вазы и расставит по столам. А если спрятать в дерн греющие свечи для пущего драматизма? Отлично! Еще она заберет свои ветки, расставит их в длинные тонкие вазы и задекорирует мхом под плакучие ивы! Надо действовать без промедления.

Она подъехала к месту одновременно с Ками, девушки на бегу обменялись приветствием и приступили к делу.

Этот фуршет не просто имел оглушительный успех – меню стало хитом и положило начало модному увлечению сыроедением на Манхэттене. Гости взахлеб обсуждали авангардистскую кухню, а Тельму Хайцманн и An Elegant Event единогласно признали законодателями новой моды на здоровую еду в Нью-Йорке.

Энди широко известен как специалист по организации необычных и уникальных мероприятий, его по праву считают лучшим в Нью-Йорке. Клиенты, которые хотят потрясти и произвести фурор, обращаются только к нему для организации праздников.

Ками прославилась как смелый новатор в организации фуршетов, ей пришлось нанять целый штат сотрудников, чтобы справиться с валом новых заказов. Её кухня, занимавшая первоначально всего 400 квадратных футов, теперь стала втрое больше.

Флорист Джонкуил неизменно удивляет и восхищает гостей своими необычными цветочными композициями. Она способна в мгновение ока соединить абсолютно несочетаемые элементы в единый элегантный ансамбль.

Само собой разумеется, что именно тот оглушительный успех с фуршетом Тельмы Хайцманн дал огромный толчок карьерам всех троих молодых людей. С того вечера Энди не провел ни одного мероприятия без участия Ками и Джон. Так началась их дружба длиною в жизнь.

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Ellowyne Wilde

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About me

My therapist, Dr. Bantam, says I suffer from chronic ennui, with just a touch of melancholy – but I guess I’m just too tired to figure it all out. I’m supposed to write down my thoughts and feelings - but really, it's not that I'm not happy, or even sad - just kind of bored.

Dr. Bantam thinks I should go out more with my friends, and she may have a point. Pru always makes me smile, and I love hearing Lizette tell stories about New Orleans. Amber - well, not so much, but I guess I'll trust Dr. B on this one. We all went shopping recently and actually had a good time. San Francisco is filled with the most amazing thrift shops - I hope you like our new looks.

I guess that's all I have to say for now. Maybe I'll just go write in my journal, or go shopping, or...oh, I just don't know (sigh). Love, Ellowyne

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My Diary

My Therapy Sessions

Ennui (on-we) - A feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction

My therapist told me I suffer from chronic ennui - but I guess I'm just too tired to figure it all out. I'm supposed to write down my thoughts and feelings - you know, to help me get over my 'condition'. So, here goes - my attempt at helping myself (sigh...). I just hope it's not too, well, boring...
Love, Ellowyne


Halloween, 2014
I know. It’s been a long time since I’ve written in my journal. Dr. B insists that I keep it up—it’s just that, well, I don’t always feel like it. But I know she’s right. If I want to have any progress, I need to put my thoughts down on paper.

Halloween was my birthday. The weird thing is that it’s Amber’s and Pru's also—so although Amber is not my favorite person, we always end up sharing our birthdays.

So much is going on right now, maybe putting my thoughts down on paper will help. It’s Freddy. He’s in so much trouble again. It’s that thing he has about fire—it’s not that he would set a house on fire or anything, but if he ever gets the chance, he’ll burn any pair of shoes he finds lying around. This time, Freddy saw a neighbor’s shoes on their front porch—he grabbed them, and right there, in the yard, tried to burn them. Of course he was caught. They took him to the police station and Grandmother and I had to go get him out. He’s young enough that he wasn’t charged with anything but I worry. When we told him (again) how dangerous it is to burn things (especially that aren’t yours) he really seemed remorseful. I know he would never, ever hurt anyone, but we just can’t seem to get him to stop. Dr. B says it a “pyromaniac compulsion”. I really feel bad for him—he’s just so young to have such a big diagnosis. The room at the police station was terrible; hard metal furniture, glaring lights and no windows—and the people they brought in…..Freddy was so scared he was literally shaking.

It was just awful.

Okay, to be honest—I didn’t hate being there (at the police station). I’m a terrible person. It was that guy. Penn. They assigned Freddy to a volunteer—he (Penn, the volunteer) works in a program that has something to do with at-risk teens. Penn was so nice (and really, really cute) that, I hate to say, I didn’t want to leave. And, Freddy, who almost never will speak to a stranger, seemed to like him. Grandmother wanted us out of there as soon as we could, and I guess I don’t blame her. So no one spoke on the way home. I guess we all had a lot to think about.

Grandmother did her best to lighten the mood when we got home. She had made a cake (Chiffon cake with whipped cream icing—my favorite) because Pru and Rufus were coming over. Pru asked if she could bring a friend—someone new—her name is Hazel (it’s such an old fashioned name, but I like it). Also, Lizette was just getting back in town (she was in New Orleans visiting family) and she said she would come by if she returned in time. So, around seven thirty, everyone arrived. It was kinda cool. We all wore our vintage Halloween costumes—well, except for Lizette—she did make it but she was wearing a beautiful old hat she found in New Orleans.

Freddy more or less stayed in his room. He likes everybody but that many people tend to freak him out. Also, he hates Halloween—the costumes really scare him. It’s weird though, it’s the silly, funny ones that really bother him. He almost had a meltdown when we let a little girl wearing a bumblebee ballerina outfit into the living room.

Anyway, we were having a great time. Hazel is really nice and funny—and she’s pretty. I hate to be like this, but I don’t know why she’d hang around with us. Her dad knows Pru’s dad. She’ll start school with us in a couple of weeks. She loved Grandmother’s house and the vintage clothing we were wearing. Hazel was dressed like a Jane Austin character—who she adores. And we all agreed that we hated the costumes they sell in the stores. Everything is too sexy. (Strangely, Rufus didn’t have much to say).

Then, the doorbell rang. Grandmother thought it was another trick-or-treater. It wasn’t. It was Penn, the guy from the Police station. He said he just wanted to come by and see how Freddy was doing. I think everyone thought he was cute—everyone just got quiet and stared at him. Except Rufus. I guess they’d met before and Penn knows Pru’s dad who is on the force. Anyway, Grandmother asked if he’d stay for cake and he said he would. It was just so weird that he was there—I mean he’s just so old (he must be like 23!) but he didn’t act like an old fuddy duddy.

Anyway, we started talking about costumes and Penn said how much he likes ours. That was when Grandmother brought out a box of old Halloween masks and insisted that Penn and Rufus put them on. They were great masks and it was hard to tell Rufus and Penn apart (they’re the same height and built alike). So, once again, the doorbell rang. Not expecting anyone else, I thought it was some of the neighborhood kids. Again, it wasn’t. It was Amber. She was dressed up as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz—well, certainly not the movie version. She had on a very short skirt and low cut blouse with the red shoes and the brown braids and a lot of makeup. She had a bucket of water with her. When I opened the door, she said, “Look at this—an ugly witch opening the door—I better melt her,” and with that, she threw the water on me. I was soaked and my outfit was ruined. Everyone was furious, but Amber didn’t seem to care. She said “What’s the matter Ello-weeine? You’re having a birthday party and didn’t invite me? It’s my birthday too, you know.’’ She then sauntered right into the house.

I’m sure Hazel didn’t understand why we just didn’t kick her out—but Grandmother was in the kitchen and I didn’t want make a big deal in her house. Anyway, Amber was adjusting her costume when Rufus said, “Amber, just leave. No one wants you here and I’m sure there are plenty of other parties for you to go to.”

In a very sarcastic and snarky voice Amber said, “What? And miss a party with my good friends? Besides Rutter, I know you want me here. Don’t deny it.” With that, she walked right over to whom she thought was Rufus, removed his mask and gave him a big kiss. Boy, was she surprised when she saw it wasn’t Rufus--she was so shocked that it wasn’t him, she slapped Penn! Penn didn’t know what was going on and just backed away. “Who is THIS?” Amber screamed. “How dare you kiss me!” And, with that, she slapped him again! By then Grandmother was in the living room and, having heard the ruckus, she asked Amber to leave. And she did, but was cursing up a storm – especially when she stepped in the pumpkin that we had carved a couple of days ago. Stepped. Right. In. It. Up to her ankle. She kicked the pumpkin off the porch, into the street and left.

We all just stood there and watched at her go. And then, Hazel started to laugh and laugh—in fact, it looked like she couldn’t control herself. Pretty soon we were all hysterical.

That’s when we smelled smoke. It was coming from Freddy’s room.

I’m just too tired to get into that today—I’ll save that whole story for my next entry.


November 3rd, 2013

Wow. Just re-read my last entry. I sounded like the people in those horror movies who go down in the basement when everyone in the audience knows they shouldn’t. I have to say, my first reaction was to leave the house—and I did go downstairs—but the front door was locked—from the outside! That freaked me out. I really felt that I had no choice but to see just what was going on upstairs in the attic.

I was on edge—I mean, we live in an old Victorian house so there are always a lot of creeks and groans, but it really sounded like there was a person, and maybe more than one, up there. So, I very slowly climbed the stairs, trying not to make any sounds. I even held my breath until I thought I’d pass out. I passed my room and then Freddy’s. The door to Freddy’s room stood open; the room was always messy but the shadows made it seem as if there was some sort of animal in there, waiting to pounce. I froze until I realized that it was nothing more than a coat hanging on a bedpost. It was the glowing eyes that really scared me—but that just turned out to be the red lights on his clock radio. Anyway, I kept going, listening for any sound coming from the attic. I could swear I heard scurrying—like some kind of large animal trying to hide—but those noises—if it was an animal, it was a big one. I crept further along the hallway past Grandmother’s room. Her door was closed. By this time, I was very near the door to the attic. I didn’t know if I’d be able to get up there because Grandmother always kept the door locked. But when I reached the door, it was slightly open! Someone was in the house! Since I couldn’t get out of the house, I turned and went back to Freddy’s room. He kept a baseball bat behind his door, and yes! It was still there. I grabbed it, turned and again headed to the attic door.

I grabbed the door knob—it was one of those cut glass, old fashioned ones—and opened the door slightly. There was a soft light coming from upstairs. I called out, “Grandmother? Freddy? Are you up there?” No answer. Gathering all my wits, I opened the door and very slowly and carefully, started to climb the stairs.

By the time I got two thirds of the way up the stairs, I was able to peer over the floorboards. I still heard noises—was it someone or something breathing? The light came from the bare light bulb in the middle of the attic.

Freddy and I had only been up there a couple of times. Of course, he loved being up there but I always thought it was scary. It was full of old stuff, and the scariest was a half dozen store mannequins—some missing limbs - that always freaked me out. They were still there but they looked as if they had been moved--and my heart ran cold. I gripped the bat with all my strength and headed further up the stairs.

When I reached the attic, I still heard a little rustling but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. So slowly, I turned in a full circle. I saw nothing. But as I finished my turn, someone or something leapt out at me screaming, “Ellowyne!” I swung my bat and everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, everyone was standing around me! Pru, Grandmother, Rufus, Freddy, Jace, Lizette, the new girl at school, Jenny C—a lot of people were there. Amber was there too, holding her arm and not looking very happy.

As it turned out, I kind of ruined the surprise Halloween birthday party that Pru and Rufus had planned for me. I guess I got home before they were ready and they were trying to keep quiet. Amber jumped out before she was supposed to and she’s who I hit with the bat. She will have a bruise but I really didn’t hurt her that badly. I had just fainted so I’m okay. I guess that will probably be the last surprise birthday I get. Anyway, it didn’t turn out that badly. Amber left-saying she was going to sue, and we all had a bit of cake and then sat on the front porch and watched the trick or treaters. Actually, it was one of my most eventful birthdays!



Therapy Session - My Birthday, October 31st, 2013


October 31, 2013

I can’t take much time to record my last session—it is Halloween, which means it’s my birthday and if it’s my birthday, it’s also Pru’s and Lizette’s. Well, I guess it’s also Amber’s. And I have the party to go to (although I really don’t feel like going — not really in the party mood — I guess I’m never in the party mood), so I have to get ready. It’s just so weird that we are all exactly the same age and have the same birthday. Pru’s mom says that is why we have a special bond. I guess that’s true — seems like we’re always being thrown together.

We do have some great costumes. Lizette’s is awesome — she’s a glamorous version of Medusa. She found a wonderful old gown that she kind of remade and then put rubber snakes in her hair. I love the outfit that Pru came up with. She’s like some kind of Vampire — and she has the coolest wig. We did see Amber picking out hers, and I have to say it was a great idea; she’s going as a Zombie Prom Queen. She has a black sparkly dress and a tiara. Both Lizette and Pru helped me with mine. It’s a short, white chiffon dress with high boots and a chiffon cape. I love it and I really love the wig — it’s long, white and wavy, and it has black streaks on each side. I’m kind of a funky bride of Frankenstein. But the best is how Pru helped Rufus dress up as Frankenstein—he looks really scary and….well, maybe a little cute. He’s such a nice friend.

I walked to therapy today after class. It’s a couple of miles, but I don’t mind. I love the city and the walking gives me time to think. The session was good — I didn’t have a lot new to talk about. Of course Amber came up — I’m trying not to let her bother me, but it seems like she goes out of her way to upset me. This morning, she made some snarky comments about my costume for tonight — she said if I wanted to go as Frankenstein, I should just go as is. I try not to let it bother me…. So, we talked about her and a little more about school, but I think I was mostly just filling time. Dr. B even let me go a little early.

Funny thing, though, when I got home, Grandmother wasn’t here and the front door was unlocked — which isn’t like her. I can’t even find Sybil (not that she ever is easy to find if she’s hiding). It’s kind of unnerving. I came right up to my room, and funny, it doesn’t seem quite right either. I don’t remember leaving my window open…..

Wow, that was weird. I went over to close the window and I was sure I saw someone standing outside — that’s impossible — I’m on the second floor, but it sure looked like a man was staring at me. I just about screamed, but I looked again, and no one was there. This is silly — I’m just freaking myself out. I better just get changed, Rufus is going to pick me up in an hour.

What was that? There’s a screeching sound coming from the attic. It’s got to be Sybil — she’s always making sounds like that…. OMG! Sybil is here in my room so it can’t be her! What’s that noise? I have to check…..


Therapy Session - November 2012
"It started with a kiss. Well, kind of. Not really. I don't know..." I was struggling on how to tell Dr. Bantam exactly what had happened the other day with my school friend and Grandmother's handyman, Rufus Rutter. But for some reason it wasn't coming out exactly as I had planned.

It had been quite a while since I had been to a therapy session. I really didn't have a good excuse, except that every time I planned on going, well, something always came up and I never quite made it. I was pretty sure that Dr. B wasn't happy about it, but the way I felt, if I didn't want to go, it probably wouldn't be a good session anyway. But today it felt right, so when Dr. B's office manager called to see if I would be attending my weekly scheduled session, I said yes. Plus I thought the whole Rufus thing might be worth talking about.

"Ellowyne, it's okay. Just tell me. I've always thought Rufus had a soft spot for you," said Dr. B as she took a sip of her 'tea' and settled into her comfy chair. I wasn't sure what she meant, but I gathered my thoughts and decided to just tell her what happened. I'm sure Dr. Bantam felt it was quite a breakthrough that I would even discuss Rufus. She's always asking me about him, but I just kind of shrug it off - he's my friend. What's left to talk about? But this time I did have something to say about Rufus.

"Okay. We were all going to the coffee shop at the Embarcadero, just to hang out. It was Pru's idea, of course. It was me, Lizette, Pru, Rufus, and of course Pru invited Amber. We met around 9:00 p.m. and we each sat down, and as it turns out, Rufus ended up sitting on the couch next to me. So it was all good." I guess I hesitated and Dr. B told me to go on.

"Well, we were all having fun - Lizette was telling us about her new exotic bird and how she was teaching it to say some really funny, but awkward things, like, 'There's an app for that too, buddy!" And Pru was showing us the newest moves she learned in that Zumba class she keeps trying to get me to go to. It actually did seem kind of fun - at least the way Pru did it."

A quick glance at Dr. B and I could tell she was getting anxious. I think she'd been waiting years for me to finally acknowledge what she always told me - how Rufus and I were perfect for each other, but I don't see it that way. She probably thought this was the breakthrough she had been hoping for - something that may even help my chronic ennui. So when she sat up straight in her chair and said, "Yes, it all sounds quite fun, but what about Rufus," I wasn't surprised.

I took a deep breath and kept going. "So, then Amber says something like, 'what about you, Ellowyne - what have you been doing for fun - sleeping??' Of course Pru immediately shot Amber a nasty look, and I don't think Lizette knew what to think. But before I could even say anything, Rufus pipes up and says: 'Seriously Amber - can you be any more annoying?"

Dr. B could hardly stand it - I could tell. This kind of made me smile. So she took a big gulp of her 'tea' and said, 'Yes, go on, dear.'

"Okay, so I'm thinking how great it is that Rufus is sticking up for me because usually he's kind of quiet and doesn't like to draw attention to himself. But before I could even thank him or say anything, Amber gets up from her chair and comes over to the couch and with a big smile she gives Rufus a kiss - full on the mouth! None of us could believe it. I mean, Amber - and Rufus? I don't even know what to say to him the next time we see each other." After saying it out loud, I realized how upset I really was - I looked at Dr. B for support.

And the funny thing was, I don't think Dr. B could believe what I just told her either. I swear she looked at me for support. It seemed to take forever for her to say something, but she finally said, 'You mean Amber and Rufus are an item? Oh dear - I didn't see that one coming.'

I slumped down in my chair. "No one saw that coming. Right after that Rufus turned bright red. He was always a little shy around me, and I always thought we were just friends and all. I don't know. Then Amber just said, 'Hey Rufus, let's go down to Fisherman's Wharf for some ice cream,' and they left! He didn't even say anything to me, or Lizette, or Pru."

Dr. B, clearly lacking in anything comforting to say to me, just finished her 'tea' and told me our time was up, and quickly showed me out the door. I did think it was a little strange. I mean, I haven't been to a session in forever and she seemed like she was the one needing therapy right about now.

And so I got up and left, and walked home alone, wondering whether I should have even told Dr. B about Rufus and Amber - she seemed almost more upset about it than I did - and honestly, I wondered why I was so upset about the whole thing anyway. Maybe Dr. B is right and I really do have feelings for Rufus after all? Or maybe it's just something a fun Zumba class with Pru wouldn't cure.

Love, Ellowyne



Therapy Session - January 2012 - The Gifts

Well, another year has come and gone - why do they go by so slowly? I have a standing appointment with Dr. Bantam every month, but sometimes I just don't feel like going. However, Dr. Bantam made me promise to keep my first appointment of the year. She said a promise made should be a promise kept, and well, she does have a point. I promised to be better at keeping my appointments this year - we'll see how it all goes.

I arrived at the office on time, promptly at 1:00 p.m., which is a bit unusual as I'm always late. I told her I tend to lose track of time, but really I always seem to take as many detours as possible getting to Dr. Bantam's office. I guess she would call is avoidance - but I'm not sure.

We talked about how things had been going over the past couple of months, and about the Christmas holiday. Dr. Bantam knows that it's a particularly stressful time for me, with everything that has happened in the past. But actually, this year seemed okay.

Father was in a good mood, Freddy seemed to have his pyromania urges under control - only one pair of Father's slippers went up in smoke - and Grandmother came by for the day and cooked a wonderful Christmas dinner. She even made me her famous strawberry whipped cream side dish. She knows it's my favorite - she says she adds a secret ingredient that is supposed to make me smile - and guess what? It always works.

Dr. Bantam smiled at that - she's known my Grandmother Emily for many years and has very fond memories of her. It's a shame she travels so much and doesn't spend much time in San Francisco. Anyway, Dr. Bantam thought it all sounded wonderful, and wondered if I had spent any time with my friends.

This actually made me smile. I told her that Prudence had invited everyone over to her house on Christmas Eve for a party and gift exchange. Everyone came - Prudence, of course, me, Rufus, Amber, and I even brought Sybil.

Dr. Bantam smiled in approval and wanted to know more about the party, but I suspect she really wanted to know how Amber and I got along. We've been frenemies for so long - you just never know with Amber. One day she's your best friend, and the next, well, that's for another therapy session.

I squirmed on the couch a bit, and pushed the hair away from my face before answering. Obviously I was a bit uncomfortable, although I don't know why. Dr. Bantam asked again, so I told her the party was fun, as it always is with Prudence running the show. And actually everyone was nice, even Amber. "What about your gifts, Ellowyne? Were you happy with them?" And I had to think for a minute.

Well, Prudence gave me a gift certificate for a fitness class - something called Zumba. She said it was fun and I'd love it - but really? She told me she would go with me - and honestly, everything is more fun with Prudence around. I gave her a hug and thanked her and I'm actually looking forward to it. Dr. Bantam said that was progress right there.

Rufus gave me a snow globe with a beautiful dancer inside, and when you shake the globe, she seems to be dancing under snow and twinkling stars. He said he found it in a thrift shop on the other side of town, one I've never heard of, and it reminded him of me. I'm not sure why, but I thanked him for the gift and gave him a hug. I noticed his face was a little red afterwards. Dr. Bantam thought it was a lovely gift and had a strange smile on her face when I told her about it.

And Amber - well she gave me a book about self-improvement. She said it was on the Best Seller list, which didn't mean anything to me, although it did have a lovely cover. I thanked her and even managed to give her a little hug, but secretly I had some doubts on her intentions. Dr. Bantam thought I should be appreciative of the gesture.

Then Dr. B wanted to know what I had given to my friends. I was a little embarrassed to tell her. I guess I felt it was a little, well, lame. Again I shifted on the chair. I had given each of my friends a special poem I wrote especially for them, and placed each in tiny frames found in Grandmother's attic. Dr. Bantam thought that was one of the most precious gifts I could have given to my friends - something I had done on my own. And then I shyly reached in my purse and handed her one as well - and she gave me the biggest hug I've ever received.

Overall, it was actually a pretty good session. It made me think about my family, and how things are hopefully getting better, and it also made me realize that I do have some good friends - and that I can be a good friend as well. And I know I made Dr. Bantam happy, which is always a good thing.

Just before leaving she asked me if I had made any new friends this past year. It was one of the goals she had given me for 2011, and seriously, I was hoping Dr. Bantam had forgotten about it.

I had to tell her no, but strangely, I did tell her that I had just met a girl while waiting for my appointment in her waiting room. Her name was Lizette, I think, and she was just leaving, but said hi and we talked for a bit. She seemed really nice, and she told me that she loved hats, was into birds, and that she was new to San Francisco. Dr. Bantam thought that was a lovely idea and said Lizette and I would get along great. Well, I promised Lizette I'd meet her for coffee in the coming weeks. I don't do well with new people - but like Dr. Bantam said - a promise made should be a promise kept...
Love, Ellowyne


Therapy Session - January 2011 - The List

After making excuses for far too long, I decided it was time to keep the final appointment of 2010 with Dr. Bantam. She tries to hide it, but I can tell she still gets upset with me when I miss our weekly sessions, but honestly, some weeks I just don’t see the point.

Dr. Bantam likes to ask about my past...she thinks it has something to do with my chronic ennui. But with Christmas just last week, and all of those past Christmas memories with Mother and Father…well, I just didn’t feel like talking about it at all as it usually ends up being just too dreadful.

But she had a slightly different idea for our final session of the year. After talking about the week’s events for a bit, she asked me to go home and write down a list of all of the accomplishments I had made in 2010. She said it would make me feel good about myself to see all of the achievements I had made, and in turn, I would see all of the positive things in my life - and give me something to focus on for the coming year, other than my ennui.

I told her I thought it sounded a little lame, but agreed to complete the task and trust her professional advice. So we hugged good-bye and I scheduled another appointment for next week, then put on my coat and headed home.

I decided to get right to the list and just get it over with. I wasn’t sure this would really help, but maybe it would, and I felt like I needed to give Dr Bantam the benefit of the doubt. Plus I didn’t think it would take that long. So I sat down at my desk, took out my favorite pen – the one Grandmother had given to me many Christmas’ ago – and nothing happened. I couldn’t think of one accomplishment I had made all year.

I think I froze – I mean, what happens if I can’t come up with any accomplishments and realize I had wasted an entire year? How will that help my ennui? I kept looking at the paper and tried to think of something, anything…but after an hour of really trying to come up with something, the paper remained blank.
The ringing of the doorbell finally broke the spell. I got up from my desk and went to the door, feeling worse than I had before I sat down. It was Prudence. Her big smile and cheery attitude really didn’t make me feel any better though. I told her about Dr. Bantam’s assignment and how I didn’t think I had achieved anything in 2010. She just looked at me and almost sighed. Then she sat down at the desk with me and helped me write the following list:

Traveled to Paris all by myself and even brought back a photo of myself smiling
Kept most of my appointments with Dr. Bantam
Took Prudence shopping at my favorite thrift stores and helped her find some fabulous things
Came in first at the local line dancing competition
Okay, it wasn’t much, but you know what? I did do some new things in 2010 that I could be proud of, and it does inspire me to do even more in 2011. I guess Dr. Bantam was right, and thanks to her and Prudence, I do feel better about myself and the coming year. It may be a happy new year after all...

Love, Ellowyne
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Meet Ellowyne's friends - Prudence, Rufus, Amber, and Lizette - friends are good, right?


PRUDENCE MOODY

I like to think I'm just like you
But Ellowyne says that's just not true;
To her I have a unique sixth sense...
And likes to call me ESPecially Prudence!

Born on the same day as her best friend, Ellowyne Wilde, and both under their own strange circumstances, Prudence is definitely the doll with an upbeat mood - and the bright spot in Ellowyne's sometimes woeful life.

With her undeveloped psychic sense, and her own unique fashion style, it's no wonder she and Ellowyne are best friends!

Prudence loves to line dance, and frequently gets Ellowyne to join her - seriously! She also likes Zumba, and carnivals, ecclectic coffee shops - and pretty much everything she does turns out, well, fun. Even Ellowyne tends to smile more when she's around Prudence. And even though Pru doesn't have much patience for all of Ellowyne's ennui, there's nothing she wouldn't do for her best friend - and after all, isn't that what best friends are for?


RUFUS RUTTER

A friend of Ellowyne’s since seventh grade, where they met at Briermier Academy, Rufus is the handyman employed at her Grandmother’s Victorian house, where Ellowyne lives.
Always cheerful and at the same time a little shy, Rufus harbors a secret pain – he loves Ellowyne with all of his heart, but so far, his love has gone unrequited. He writes her endless poems that express his deepest feelings, but somehow never get sent. Will he ever have the courage to confess? Watch Rufus' video tribute to Ellowyne...[NEED VIDEO]

A Poem for Ellowyne
In denim blues I walk on by
My beautiful Ellowyne – I hope to spy;
Deep down the ache, a heart filled with pain
For a love unrequited – must I pine in vain?
The first time I saw her, a young girl so sad
In quirky clothes, she was always well clad;
But something about her made me stop and stare
For no other girl would ever compare
My heart’s been so filled with love and desire
A smile, a glance is all that’s required;
My day is complete…I can get through the pain
Why doesn’t she see the love I contain?
For now I’ll go on holding onto this love
With help from the moon and the stars up above,
For Ellowyne Wilde – my devotion is true
Requited or not…I will always love you…
-Rufus

AMBER STANHOPE
I always try and look my best
It's a lot of work - with little rest;
But being so popular - well, I must never pout...
I just love being Essential Amber - and so beautifully wigged out!

Meet Amber Stanhope - Ellowyne's best frenemy! Mysteriously, Amber is another friend born on the same day as Ellowyne and Prudence, under the same mysterious circumstances. Amber's parents were friends with Ellowyne's parents - her father was actually Ellowyne's boss - so they've known each other, well, forever - much to Ellowyne's dismay. Amber acts very cool and confident, and doesn't have time to put up with Ellowyne's chronic ennui. Dr. Bantam suspects its just an act. She's always trying to cause trouble, like the time she kissed Rufus in front of Ellowyne and everyone, but every once in a while she can be really nice. I guess that's what a frenemy is...Ellowyne is still trying to figure it all out...

LIZETTE DIONNE
I'm a new girl in town and I've met someone kind
His name is Rufus - a little quirky, with a sensitive mind;
I'm all dressed for lunch to meet one of his friends...
At a garlic restaurant in the city...and her name is Ellowyne?

She's a southern girl with lots of charm, and very little drama. With amazing brown eyes, she's definitely the New Girl in Town. She and Ellowyne are destined to be friends when they find out they both see Dr. Bantam - for different reasons, of course - but she has the same therapy - journal writing. You can read a few of her recent entries below. And wait until everyone finds out the date of Lizette's birthday!

ENTRY #1
I had a nice life in New Orleans and I really didn't want to go anywhere. Julian (my dad) got a job in San Francisco so we had to move. Thinking back, I guess I didn't respond well and I made the whole change more difficult for my parents—but I was comfortable in New Orleans. I knew the city. I mean, I had lived there my whole life. I had friends. Well, maybe more acquaintances than friends. But I got along. Plus, I like hot weather and it seems like it's always raining in SF. But I guess all this makes me sound like I'm whining.

Anyway, the reason I'm writing this is because of the therapist that Sasha (mom) and Julian sent me to. The therapist thinks that writing down thoughts and feelings would be good for me. Maybe I should have just told S and J how disappointed I was to have to move. I guess I was kind of acting all depressed and everything rather than just telling them how I felt (or at least that's what Dr. Bantam said). By the way, Dr. Bantam is the shrink they found for me. She's nice—maybe she thinks I'm a little spoiled but it wasn't bad talking to her. I don't think I'm really depressed—she questioned that too--I think I'm just a little angry about the move. I think that the fact that I'm an only child makes Sasha and Julian over protective. But as Dr. Bantam says, I should focus on me and not try to diagnose them.....

Anyway, a cool thing did happen. I was in the waiting room (it looks like an old fashioned living room)—Doc was finishing up some paper work and I met this girl who's about my age. She's really pretty, but I don't think she knows it.... You can just tell sometimes. She's been seeing Dr. Bantam for a few years and really likes her. We got to talking and she's nice, but I just get the feeling that she's not very open—kind of mysterious--but then we only talked for a few minutes. She did ask me a lot of questions. Told her we just moved and that I'm an only child. (I think she said she has a younger brother). Turns out that I'll be going to the same school. She complimented me on my hat—the vintage straw with the velvet flowers—and I told her I collect hats. I think she thought that was pretty cool. Also, I told her about my birds. I guess I'm kind of obsessed with them—never seemed strange to me but she seemed to think that twenty two birds (six different species) is a lot but she didn't seem to be judging—just saying. When Dr. Bantam finished my paperwork, she gave me a time for next week and Ellowyne (that's her name...strange) and I might meet afterwards and get some coffee. I think I'm going to do it. Might be fun.

Okay, so SF might not end up being so bad. However, I may keep the "depressed" act going a while longer. Keeps Sasha and Julian on their toes. - L

ENTRY #2
Second meeting with Dr. B. This one was more about my background, growing up and all that stuff, so it was kind of boring - well, to me anyway.

The girl I met last week had her session right before mine and she said she'd wait for me (she had some homework to work on) and we could go for coffee afterwards. That was nice of her - I mean, she said something about that last week but I didn't know if she would remember. Anyway, after my session, we went to this really funky coffee place. It was all miss-matched furniture, really comfy and they served coffee and tea in beat up china. Really good cookies, too.

We started talking. Ellowyne didn't tell me too much - I think whenever she doesn't want to answer a question, she asks me one (I'll have to remember that trick). But I did find out that she lives in her grandmother's house with her brother (I think his name was Freddy). The house is one of those beautiful painted Victorians. I guess Freddy has some developmental problems that get him into trouble, but she didn't go into that very much. Her mother passed away a while ago and she didn't want to talk about her father.

About a half hour later two of her friends came into the shop. I think the girl's name was Pru (?) and the guy's name was Rufus. They were both really nice. I got this feeling that Rufus has a thing for Ellowyne, but I don't think she knows it. Rufus is a little funny looking but has really nice eyes and a good smile. He got very uncomfortable when Pru brought up this guy named Jace - she teased Ellowyne about him. Rufus didn't seem too happy about the other guy but didn't say anything.

They told me a lot about school and it sounds like I may like it - they do have a good science department (yeah!). I've seen pictures of the campus and it's beautiful. So, I'm kind of looking forward to starting in a week or two. Plus, these guys are all so nice. They did mention a girl - I think her name is Amber - who they didn't seem to like. I'll be my own judge about that but I'm happy to get a heads up about her.

One more really strange thing - both Ellowyne and Pru were born on the same exact day I was! How freaky is that? Sometime I'll tell them the weird story of where I was born...

Anyway, we traded cell numbers and I walked home. The coolest thing is I found the cutest hat in a little shop a couple of blocks from the house.
Yeah, I may like this place. ~L

ENTRY #3
I don't know how many more sessions I'll have with Dr. Bantam. I don't like to think I faked my depression, but maybe I did - a little. Anyway, she seems to think I could have a little more patience with S and J. I guess she's right. I don't know if they wanted to move either. J's job transferred him here and S had a great thing going in New Orleans (her political stuff) and I guess it wouldn't have been her first choice to move either. Okay, so maybe I've been a little selfish...

So, anyway, looks like I'll see her a couple of more times just to make sure, but she says she thinks I'm fine. I hate to admit it, but she's pretty smart. Whatever.

But the best part is after the sessions - Ello and I have started meeting her friends at that coffee shop (I keep forgetting the name of that place). In like two weeks, they really just made me their friend - no drama or anything. I thought my social life was over when I moved, but it may turn out that I like it here better. Oh, and I thought the cookies were good at that place - the pie was unbelievable! Brought a piece home for S and J. Guess it's the least I could do.

Okay, I love school. The science lab is as great as they said it was, and I won't have any problems with the honors classes and the professor is awesome. Oh, and I met that Amber girl they were talking about. She's in that class. I'm starting to see why they warned me about her. First day in class she made some snarky comment about the hat I was wearing (it was the velvet slouch hat with the felt flowers and leaves-love that one). No one disses my hats. I responded-I won't put down on paper what I said, but unless she's really stupid, I don't think she'll be bothering me again. I know the trick-she's trying to put me on the defensive. I'll give her the benefit of the doubt, but it doesn't look good. Trying to start trouble with the new kid is not nice, and not smart either. She doesn't know who she's dealing with. But again, whatever.

Neighborhood is kind of great. I'm loving the antique clothing shop I found on the way home - Ellowyne says it's one of her favorite places and they really do have the coolest stuff. I found another hat (this shop is really blowing my allowance) and I put it on lay-away. Nice woman runs it. But I also found a rare bird shop - I almost fell into it (literally!). It's in the lower level of a brownstone. I won't have to send away for my supplies anymore - I can get them there and they have some really rare birds. I could spend hours. Ello was with me when I found it - we were there for a couple of hours and she really didn't seem to mind and even listened to me go on and on about the birds. She is pretty nice.

There's S yelling for me to turn off the computer again, so I guess that's it for now. I do like this journal thing. And, I think I really like San Francisco - it's cool. Later ~ L

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My Favorite Things...well, for now


Bette Davis

So much potential...so misunderstood. (sigh) I think we may be related.

Willy Wonka

One of my heroes - Willy Wonka. He makes me feel, well, inspired?

Therapy

It helps to have Prudence at therapy with me...well, maybe not.

Painting

A gift from Rufus...I wonder what it all means?

Bantam

Trying to get Dr. Bantam to understand...

Dreams

My Grandmother Emily...so many dreams

Paris

I'd love to travel to Paris one day. It's where my grandparents met and fell in love. I like thinking about that...

Misunderstanding

Not father's best day, and really, it was all a misunderstanding.

Jace

I met Jace on our family vacation to the amusement park.
The trip was a disaster, but Jace was, well, so nice to me.

Happy Mother

My mother Beatrice...when she was happy.

UPS Man

The one person I can always count on...even though he never brings me any packages.
He always seems so...happy.

Amber

Amber after she stole my favorite doll. Really, don't let that innocent face fool you.

Rufus relative

A relative of Rufus perhaps?

Hero

(sigh) My hero. She taught me to smile, which helps when I visit nursing homes.

Neighbors

Why are my neighbors always staring at me?

Did I forget to buy whipped cream?

All dressed up and (sigh) nowhere to go...

Rose

A rose from Rufus? Perhaps...

Album

My new favorite album...although I'm not quite sure why...

Coffee Shop

I love going to my favorite coffee shop...but I can never seem to make a decision...

thrift shop

My favorite thrift shop, right near the garlic restaurant. I love coming here...it's almost like my own personal therapy...do you think Dr. Bantam will mind? sigh...

Prudence

My best friend, Prudence - we were both born on the same day, and under somewhat strange circumstances - and we've been best friends forever. She always seems to just 'know' things - but that's Pru. She's my happy friend and always has a smile on her face, no matter what. Sometimes I do think it's a bit annoying, but most times she's the only person who can actually make me smile - whether I want to or not - and Dr. B says that's the best therapy of all...

Play time with Sybil. She's playing, right? Okay, where did I put the band aids?

Grandmother's house

I live in my grandmother’s house, which sits directly on a fault line – it’s always a guessing game.
I love San Francisco…

I like to collect antique brooches, mainly because they frighten my brother Freddie.

Music

I like to listen to music. This is one of my favorites – it’s Janet Klein Performing Obscure, Naughty, and Lovely songs from the 1910's, 20's and 30's. with singing and ukulele accompaniment in a girl-next door Depression Era style.

"I think this couple would probably be my best friends...well if they were real and could talk."

Flowers

“A gift from Rufus? Perhaps. They make me think of brother Freddie – he loves to skydive.”

Hero

"My hero. I sometime feel like she looks….kind of desperate, unknowing, fashionable, yet not too trendy in a Twilight Zone kind of way."

Hats

"So many surprises in San Francisco. I have trouble with the decision-making process."

Candy

My favorite candies - Grandmother says they put hair on your chest, but I'm not sure what that means. I just like them because they take a long time to eat, which gives me something to do.

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Wilde Imagination Steampunk – Imperium Park

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The new Wilde Imagination Steampunk line, Imperium Park is out. You can find Imperium Park here

Inspired by the fashions of Steampunk with a story that could have originated from the pen of Jules Verne himself – Wilde Imagination presents Imperium Park. It’s our newest line of dolls, fashions, and accessories, each designed by award-winning artist Robert Tonner, and unlike anything you’ve ever seen before – a world where fashion collides with technology – and the doll world will never again be the same.

The Story
During the Great War, when the days turned dark and stifling hot as life on the planet began to die, the remnants of the human population began to re-emerge. And the one bright spot was Imperium Park – situated within the enlightened city of the New Britain, and home to Theodora Curiosity Bennett and her brother Phineas Jules.

Theodora and Phineas live with their Uncle, Professor Kingsley Avery Knightsblood. A brilliant scientist, Professor Knightsblood took in his niece and nephew after their parents were killed in a skirmish with a Beastealiax patrol when the children were six and eight. Both Theodora and Phineas adore their uncle.

Beatrice Watkins is the beautiful assistant to the Professor, and both children think she’d be a great match with their uncle. However, Beatrice is in love with Captain Negal Willow Dubbits, the head of the New Britain Protection Corps. Although the Professor feels the same, he has never let Beatrice know for fear that his enemies could use her against him.

Treasure is an automaton. She is one of the few relics to survive the Great War. Treasure was built with a clockwork mechanism and although automatons are not rare in the New Britain (they are generally used as house servants), Treasure is special. Extremely beautiful and fragile, she holds within her all of the old knowledge that was supposedly lost during the time before. Professor Knightsblood’s life work is to unravel Treasure’s secrets.

Just as the Professor is beginning to understand Treasure, she is stolen by the Beastealiax. Theodora and Phineas hold a secret to where she might be – but can they save her before she’s destroyed? It will take all of their training and ingenuity to get her back. …read more here

Air Ship Captain (outfit only)
The Characters
Professor Kinsley Avery Knightsblood – A brilliant scientist and uncle to Theodora and Phineas

Theodora – the sister

Phineas – the brother

Bolts – the automaton handyman for Professor Knightsblood

Treasure – the automaton and holder of the old knowledge

Beatrice Watkins – the beautiful assistant of Professor Knightsblood

Captain Nigel Willow Dubbits – the head of the New London Protection Corps

Rhadish Vileloom – ruler of the Beastealiax

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Evangeline Ghastly

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Эванджелин Гастли





The wind was howling, the moon was full, and the doctor was unavailable. And so begins the story of Evangeline Ghastly, standing approximately 19” tall, ball-jointed and crafted entirely of the finest luminescent resin.

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"When Push Comes to Shove"
Dear Diary,
It’s been a week since that “unfortunate” encounter with Parnilla and Angelique. I’ve been trying to make sense of it but I can’t. I know that Mr. Mort knows something but he’s keeping quiet. I don’t want to push him too much for information since he’s not a well man. Today while walking through Ipswich I saw Parnilla sitting in a pub by herself eating lunch. Since her henchman wasn’t with her I decided to go in and confront her. This was something Mr. Mort asked me not to do until we had more information but I couldn’t help myself. I walked up to the table and asked if I could join her. Parnilla looked up at me and sternly said “NO” but I sat anyway. I asked her where her bodyguard was but she didn’t answer me. Even though I kept asking questions Parnilla went right on eating and ignoring me. Finally I pulled the plate away from her and asked her why? Parnilla quickly yanked the plate back, stuck her hand into her meat pie and pushed it into my face. Well, that was it I had had enough. I stood up and pushed her head full force into the plate of mashed potatoes. Everyone in the pub stopped what they were doing to watch. Well, it wasn’t a surprise that she didn’t like it! Parnilla then stood up and grabbed me by the hair and started pulling at it. What’s a girl to do but fight back? Chairs went flying! Table were knocked over. Oddly enough no one tried to stop us. There was pulling, biting, slapping and clothes tearing. It wasn’t until I grabbed a hold of the necklace that Parnilla was wearing and tried to choke her with it that she pushed me hard against the wall and ran out of the pub. I was going to chase her but just then Mr. Mort walked in for his afternoon pint and stopped me before I could go after her. Boy was he not happy. He accompanied me home and told me to have patience. He said everything will reveal itself in good time. On my way up the stairs to the attic I could see foot prints in the mud leading around to the back of the manor. I was too tired to go investigate so I continued on up where Bella was waiting with a nice hot cup of tea.

The Day has Finally Come.

Dear Diary,

When someone tells you that your life can change in the blink of an eye you should believe them. Today, Mr. Mort asked me to be at the Mortuary earlier than usual. He said that a client was coming in to discuss a family member’s pending departure. Normally, Mortimer would attend these meetings but he was called away by another possible customer. After getting everything prepared for the meeting I sat patiently waiting for the clients to arrive. Suddenly the bell above the front door rang and I could hear Mr. Mort welcome in the clients. He asked them to step into his office and offered them a cup of tea. What happened next was going to change my life forever. The office door opened and in walked Mr. Mort, the woman that was at Madame Daisy’s doorstep and another woman that looked vaguely familiar. The woman I had seen before introduced herself as Angelique de la Nuit as she took a seat. Meanwhile, the other woman walked straight over to me and said, “This meeting was a long time coming Evangeline. I’m your cousin Parnilla Ghastly.” I stood there not able to speak, although I did notice the necklace she was wearing. Where have I seen it before? Why did she have the same last name as me? I knew of no other family members that existed. She then went on to tell me that our fathers were brothers and our mothers were sisters, and that she had come back to Ipswich to claim herself as the rightful heir to the Ghastly fortune - as well as Mortimer. What fortune was she talking about? I live in an attic! As for Mortimer, she’ll get him over my dead body and I told her just that. Parnilla laughed an evil laugh as if she knew something I didn’t. At that moment Angelique stood up and said that I’d better listen carefully if I ever want to see my babies again! It took all of Mr. Mort’s strength to keep me from beating Parnilla’s head in. Mr. Mort offered both of them money if they would return Mouette, Valentine and Crumpet and leave Ipswich. I guess money wasn’t what they came for. Parnilla exclaimed, “I don’t want your money. Oh and don’t worry your babies are fine but keep in mind that this is far from over!” With that, they both left.

After they left I turned to Mr. Mort and said, “This is war so you’d better arm yourself!”

I guess it’s time for another visit to Madame Daisy…


Who’s Gladys?

Dear Diary,

Today was such a confusing day. I decided to pay a visit to Madame Daisy so that I could ask her about this "Angelique" person Mr. Mort met. Madame Daisy has always been a good friend, and I knew she would try to do anything she could to help me. First she tried her crystal ball, but nothing. Then she tried her tarot cards, but still nothing. Next, she tried her Ouija board. The board spelled out the name Gladys Hope Goldfarb. What? Who is Gladys Hope Goldfarb? The name on the card was “Angelique de la Nuit”. Madame Daisy tried again, but the same name came up, Gladys Hope Goldfarb. Something’s not right. Who is this Gladys? All of this investigation work took its toll on Madame Daisy, so I told her to relax as I made a pot of tea for us. While we had our tea, Madame Daisy explained that maybe the board is trying to tell us something. But what could it be? Are there two mysterious people? Are Angelique and Gladys the same person? Just as we were finishing our tea, there was a knock at the door. Madame Daisy went to answer it. I could see the shocked look on her face as she greeted the person standing outside. I quickly walked over to the door for a peek, and standing there was that beautiful woman who was at the Mortuary. The woman asked Madame Daisy if she knew an Evangeline Ghastly and where could she find her. Thankfully, Madame Daisy knew not to give me away and told her that she did not know me, and the woman left. After she left, Madame Daisy said that, while standing there, she had a strange premonition: she could see that Crumpet, Mouette and Valentine were safe but hidden, and that this woman knew something about their whereabouts. By this time I could see that Madame Daisy was exhausted, so I thanked her and left. Who is this woman and how is she involved? I hope Madame Daisy is right about the kids being safe. I miss them terribly!


The Mysterious Lady

Dear Diary, Although Mouette, Valentine and Crumpet are still missing I went to work. I had to! Mr. Mort was getting backed up down at the Mortuary and needed me. He understood that I was still not in a good frame of mind, so he didn’t stand over me too much. Maybe he should have - I sent Mrs. Littledoll to her final destination made up like a circus clown (I personally think it was the prettiest she’s ever looked). Besides - she was the one who insisted that when it came her time, she was to be buried in a bright red dress with a larger ruffled collar.

I was having such a hard time concentrating on my work. My mind just kept wandering. That all changed after lunch. Later in the afternoon, a tall, lovely woman with skin the color of honey came into the mortuary. She was dressed to the nines and spoke with a French accent. I stayed in the back while Mr. Mort spoke with this mysterious lady. Try as I might, I could only hear bits and pieces of the conversation. She asked if a fellow named Mortimer Mort was available. I knew Mortimer was not in the shop at the time, because Mr. Mort sent him to the cemetery to check on the diggers. It turns out that Mrs. Littledoll who was anything but little required a grave that was double the width of a normal grave. They kept telling her to lay off the scones and clotted cream… Thankfully, Mr. Littledoll is a tiny man so he isn’t going to require a lot of space when his time comes. Anyway, after the woman left the mortuary, I asked Mr. Mort what she wanted. He said there was really nothing to tell - she came in asking for Mortimer, but did not say why or how she knew him. I asked Mr. Mort what her name was. He said she left a calling card and handed it to me. The card was pale pink and scented with perfume. The name on the card read “Angelique de la Nuit”. She just said that she would be back tomorrow to see Mortimer.

Who is this woman and what does she want with Mortimer? I’m not getting good feeling about this. I think it’s time to go see Madame Daisy…


Ipswich dans la nuit

Dear Diary, Trying to take my mind off of what’s going on, I decided to stay at the attic and not go out in case someone comes by with news. The wait is killing me, but I will wait for the return of my babies until the end of time if I have to. Meanwhile, to make the time pass, I decided to make a new dress. The only problem was I didn’t have any fabric around and I couldn’t take leave to search for some since I was awaiting news. I wasn’t leaving the attic for anything. Bella suggested that I take one of the dresses I already have and give it a makeover. She said it would save a little money, also, and she’s right. I took out dress after dress, blouse after blouse, and found nothing that I wanted to makeover. The clothing just kept piling up on the floor. After about 5 hours, I was exhausted. By this time, Bella went into the kitchen to put on a pot of tea for us. When she came back, I was sound asleep on the pile of clothes. Just then, Bella let out a yell that could wake the dead. I jumped up and asked her what had happened! After seeing me dozing on the pile, Bella thought I had finished the dress. She told me she loved it - but I hadn’t done anything yet. Then I realized what she had seen - All of the dresses put together look great! So, after we had our tea, I got right to work. I took fabric from dresses that that I found in the armoire, and I took fabric from blouses I had made a while ago. Once it was done, I showed Bella, who immediately placed a few feathers in my hair to pull together the whole look. I looked in the mirror - the look was different for me. A bit more colorful than usual (and dare I say a little French), but that’s what I needed right now.

Finally a Lead
Dear Diary, what a day today was! It’s been some time since Mouette, Bella, Valentine and Crumpet went missing, but today we had a lead to their whereabouts. While I was sitting in the dark staring at the moon tonight, I noticed something small and dark hanging from a tree branch below. It was hard to tell what is was - but I knew it wasn’t a leaf. I tried to reach down to get it, but I couldn’t. What to do? Then it dawned on me - I climbed out onto a branch and started to climb towards to object. It wasn’t until I got a little closer that I could see it was a little black ballerina slipper. I let out a scream that could wake the dead. I knew that it must be Bella’s! In all the excitement I lost my grip and fell from the branch, hitting what felt like every branch on the way down. I tried to grab hold of a branch to break my fall, but I couldn’t! Then - out of nowhere - I was being lifted upwards. I looked up and - it was Bella! She had caught me as I was falling, and gently placed me on the ground. I was so overwhelmed with joy that all I could do was cry and hug her. I was so happy to have her back that I didn’t realize that I was bleeding in several places. Bella helped me up to the attic, and helped clean me up and dress the wounds. Once I was right again, we sat down for a cup of tea as she told me the story of what happened on that fateful day when my lovelies disappeared. It’s so late now and my body aches - I think I’ll sign off and write about it tomorrow. Until then…

Under the Blood Moon

Dear Diary, It’s been two months since I’ve written anything. Life hasn’t been the same since my babies were taken from me. Mortimer, Mr. Mort and Madame Daisy have been by my side the whole time. They’re all so caring. As a matter of fact, the whole town has been great. Even people that I don’t know have been helping to look for them. No one seems to know who this woman is or where she came from. It’s like she appeared out of nowhere. The police are on the case and we’ve put up posters all over town. Every day I go out looking for them. Some days Mortimer goes with me, but not every day since he still has to work. We’ve had very few clues and most of them have led to nothing so far - except one. One day, I received a letter in the post. The letter said

Dear Evangeline,

Not to worry – your creatures are safe and doing fine under my care.
You’ll get your babies back when I get what I want.

-Under the Blood Moon

“Under the Blood Moon”? What the bloody hell does that mean? Am I supposed to meet someone under a Blood Moon? When is the Blood Moon? I showed the letter to Madame Daisy who, by the way, has been looking into her crystal ball every day. She’s hoping to see if she can locate them. As crazy as Madame Daisy is at times, I did believe her when she told me that she saw a woman walking in a field with them in her crystal ball. She said the woman looked like me but it was a little too fuzzy to make out who it was. If Madame Daisy’s crystal ball is telling the truth, then who is this woman and why would she do this to me? It’s almost dinner time, and Mortimer will be coming soon. He still wants to marry me, but I told him not until I can hold Mouette, Bella, Valentine and Crumpet in my arms once again…


Was it really “One more Time”?

Dear Diary, The day is here! Today I become Mrs. Mortimer Mort! I still can’t believe it. This morning I got up and had breakfast with my babies. After everyone was finished, I made sure that they were washed and dressed to perfection. Then I took the time I needed to get ready. My gown is gorgeous. It’s made up of different gowns I found in the attic. Mr. Mort has agreed to walk me down the aisle and Madame Daisy will be my maid of honor. I sent the kids ahead to the chapel and decided to walk alone so that I could stop by the cemetery and show my parents how I look. It’s almost noon so I’d better stop writing and get moving here. Since today is so special, I’m going to take my diary and write about the day as its happening - I don’t want to forget a thing!

Dear Diary, Visiting my parents always calms my nerves. The cemetery is so peaceful. I wish they were here to see me get married. It’s now a little past noon and I have to be at the chapel by 1:00 so I’d better make my way over there. Writing as I’m walking is fun but a little difficult. Although this was a nice visit, there was something odd about it this time. I think someone else was here recently - It had rained last night so the ground was a little muddy and it looked as if someone had walked around the tombstone in a circle. Were they looking for something? No time to think of this now - I have to get to the chapel. Don’t want to make Mortimer wait!

Dear Diary, I must look a little crazy as I walk through the streets of Ipswich in a wedding dress in the middle of the day. Oh well what do I care; people have been thinking I’m a little bonkers for as long as I can remember. I have to stop trying to write and walk at the same time.

Dear Diary, Well here I am at the chapel! Madame Daisy and Mr. Mort are here waiting for me. I haven’t seen Mortimer yet but I’m sure he’s somewhere around... It’s funny - I’m the bride and should be nervous but I’m not and Madame Daisy looks a wreck. I asked her if she was ok but she couldn’t speak. Poor thing, I guess she’s just choked up about the wedding. When will Mortimer get here? Mr. Mort said that Mortimer was getting ready and would be along soon. Meanwhile, I sat with Madame Daisy and tried to calm her nerves. It was if she had seen a ghost. It was now about half past two when Mortimer finally made it to the chapel. He didn’t speak he just went right to the alter and stood next to the minister. He, too, looked as if he had just seen a ghost. I’m not sure what’s going on here but it’s not going to ruin my wedding day. Okay - it’s now time to put down this diary and get married. Later on I’ll write about the rest of the day once I become Mrs. Mortimer Mort!

Dear Dairy, I’m not sure I can relive yesterday. I don’t know what happened. It was all so simple, or at least I thought it would be. Madame Daisy went down the aisle first and then Mr. Mort took me by the arm and led me towards Mortimer. He was so handsome! It wasn’t until I got closer I could see little beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I thought he was just nervous. It wasn’t until then that I saw them on Madame Daisy’s and Mr. Mort’s foreheads, too. I didn’t understand - it wasn’t that hot in the chapel. I was not going to dwell on it too much; I just wanted to become Mrs. Mortimer Mort. It wasn’t until I made it almost to the alter when I turned to look at Mouette, Bella, Valentine and Crumpet but saw they weren’t there! Where were they? What was happening? I asked Mortimer and he couldn’t speak so I asked Mr. Mort. He told me that when he arrived at the chapel, they were there. It wasn’t until just before I arrived that a woman that looked a lot like me showed up. No one knew who she was. It was strange because Madame Daisy said she knew everyone who’d be coming. She never told them her name; she just said that I had invited her to the wedding. The woman walked right to the first row and sat next to Mouette. It wasn’t until Mortimer made it to the chapel earlier that they realized Mouette, Bella, Valentine and Crumpet were suddenly missing, along with the mystery woman. Mr. Mort explained that Mortimer raced out of the chapel trying to find them. When he returned empty-handed, it was obvious he hadn’t. I can’t believe it………….


Where's Bella Gone?
Dear Diary, It’s another sad day here in the attic. You would think we’d all be happy, as my wedding day is fast approaching. But Bella’s been missing for some time now, and we’re all very concerned. She disappeared right after Crumpet came to live with us. Who would have thought that she would take it so hard that a boy was now living in the attic? It was a long, exhausting day looking for her all over Ipswich. After dinner, I read out loud a little to help keep Mouette, Valentine and Crumpet’s minds off of Bella’s disappearance.

It was sometime around midnight when I woke up to loud noise on the roof! I jumped out of bed and ran out onto the stairs outside to see if I could find what was making that horrible noise. The full moon was covered by clouds which left me with no light to see by. BANG! There was that noise again! This time I was closer to it. Although I couldn’t see anything, I could sense something was out there. Instead of just standing there, I climbed up onto the rooftop in my nightgown to see if I could tell what was making that noise.

Of course, with my luck it started to rain as I made my way towards one of the many chimneys. I was afraid of slipping off the roof, so I grabbed a hold of the closest chimney and sat there until the rain stopped. It felt like an eternity, but it was actually about 5 minutes. Once the rain stopped, I moved slowly towards the edge of the roof and looked around. Nothing! This was unbelievable. There I was, soaking wet and sitting on the roof. After a few minutes, I climbed back down and went back inside and changed into a dry nightgown and headed for the bed. Just then I heard that BANG again, and this time it was coming from inside. The noise was coming from the side of the attic that Mouette, Valentine and Crumpet sleep on. As I raced towards the noise, I noticed something shiny in the fireplace. I walked over to it, bent over and peered in.

Ah HA! There’s the culprit! It was Bella. It seems that she hadn’t gone far. While we thought she had gone far, far away, the whole time she was here, coming and going through the chimney at night after everyone was asleep. I asked her why she pulled a disappearing act on us. Her answer was, “Because I don’t like boys, plain and simple!”. Then I asked why she was coming and going through the chimney. This time her answer was, “Well, every night I would leave, but I couldn’t stay away. I missed my bed and your bangers and mash!”. So, the moral of this story is really good bangers and mash trump boy troubles every time. I'll have to remember that...


One More Time….

Dear Diary, How much can a girl take? I work next to him every day; I eat lunch across from him every day and I still don’t seem to get through to him. Well, I’m not waiting anymore! Things have got to change around here. I’m tired of trying to make things happen while he just sits there blank-faced. I tried before to get him to notice me, but this time has to be it. After a long talk with Mr. Mort and being totally honest about Mortimer, he suggested that I stop with all of the tricks, and just walk up to him and tell him how I feel. So this morning before work, I sat with Mouette, Bella, Valentine and Crumpet, and practiced what I was going to say. After twenty different versions, I settled on just keeping it simple, and telling him that I had feelings for him and asking him out to dinner. I know this is not conventional, but what about my life is?

After we finished lunch which started with a “hello” followed by half hour of dead silence, I finally made my move. This is how it went (I made sure to write the whole conversation down so that I had proof of it) :

Me- Mortimer how was your lunch?
Mortimer- Ummmm ok.
Me- What was it that you had?
Mortimer- Ummmmm ham.
Me- It looked good.
Mortimer- Ummmm
Me- Would you like to have ham with me sometime in a restaurant?
Mortimer- What?
Me- Sorry - I meant would like to have dinner with me in a restaurant in town this Saturday? I know it’s not right for a woman to ask a man out, but I felt it was time that I did.
Mortimer- But, I, …well, maybe,… sure, Uuuhhhh.
Me- Sorry, but is that a yes or a no?

By now, Mortimer was mumbling into his half eaten ham sandwich, and I was having a hard time understanding him.
Me- Mortimer? Is something the matter?
Mortimer- Yes. I mean, no.
Me- What?
Mortimer- I mean, no, nothing is the matter and yes, I will marry you.
Me- Great! I know a nice little place that we can have a nice romantic dinner….. What the bloody hell did you just say!?
Mortimer- Nothing! Sure, dinner would be nice, and Saturday would be perfect.
Me- I know I just heard you say that you would marry me!
Mortimer- Ok, Ok, I did say that. I thought I heard you ask me to marry you? I know you think that I haven’t noticed all the tricks you’ve tried to get my attention, but I have. It’s just that I was too afraid that if we did get together, it would ruin what we have now.
Me- What we have now! What do we have now?
Mortimer- I thought, well,… ok I guess I was wrong.
Me- You said you’d marry me, and marry me you will! …And I have the perfect dress to wear!
Mortimer- You know I loved you from the moment I first saw you.

By now I was sobbing uncontrollably. Mortimer went into Mr. Morts office to tell him what just happened. I watched them through the window into his office. At first, Mr. Mort just stood there stone-faced, and then he finally smiled and hugged Mortimer. I still don’t know what that was all about? Anyway, they came out the office and Mr. Mort congratulated us both, and said his gift to us would be a grand wedding.

I’m not wasting any time. We set the date for a week from Saturday. I guess all I had to do was try it “One More Time”…


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Amelia Thimble

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Amelia`s first blog

Christmas in Brooklyn

Sitting by the window and watching the snow fall tells me my favorite time of year is just around the corner: Christmas! To me, Brooklyn is the most magical place ever at Christmas time. The falling snow looks like sugar. The streets are strung with twinkling lights. Even the red and green of the stop lights remind me of Christmas.

The only thing that was missing for me was a trip to B & S’s department store to visit Santa. I’ve never been to see him because my parents were worried that my size would alarm people. Since the answer was always the same – NO -, I didn’t ask to visit Santa. Instead, I decided to go myself and see him. How hard could it be? I’ve been to the store before in Mom’s handbag. All I had to do was figure out when I would go.

Just as luck would have it, Mrs. Fabiano had stopped by to see Mom on her way B & S’s. After a quick cup of coffee, Mrs. Fabiano wished my mother a Merry Christmas and went on her way, not knowing that she had a little stowaway in her bag.

Every once in while I stuck my head out of the bag to see where we were. It seemed that the department store was not the only place she had on her list today. Our first stop was the hairdresser. Mrs. Fabiano was known for her very large hair, so I knew we would be here for a while. Instead of waiting around, I climbed out of the bag while no one was looking and climbed into the bag of a gal named Melinda Doodles.

Boy, what she had in her bag was unbelievable! There were balled up tissues, used gum wrappers and half of a salami sandwich! Melinda worked at the department store in gift wrap, and was on her way there. When we finally made it to the store, Melinda put her bag under her work station. Once I knew the coast was clear, I climbed out of the bag and made a bee line straight for Santa. It was not that easy dodging and weaving all of the holiday shoppers without getting stepped on.

Suddenly, there it was! Santa Land was in my sight. I could see all of the children and their parents on line. It was SEW beautiful. There were Christmas trees with tinsel and “Jingle Bells” was playing for all to hear. I made my way to Santa weaving in and out of wet snow covered boots. As I got closer, I could hear the squeals of delighted children as they told him what they wanted for Christmas.

Santa was finally in my sights! I grabbed onto his boot lace and I pulled myself up onto his red pants. Just then I heard a scream! It was the mother of the next child in line. She had spotted me hanging there and didn’t know what to make of it. I hung there frozen not knowing what to do.

By now a crowd had formed around Santa whispering and pointing. I looked up at Santa and didn’t say a word. He reached down, grabbed me and placed me on his belly where he could see me better. He asked me my name and where I lived. He was very concerned that I was alone. I told him my story and how I needed to see him. When Santa was fully satisfied with my answers, he asked me what I wanted for Christmas. There was nothing I could think of that I wanted. He asked if I was sure. I sat and thought real hard, and it finally came to me - I needed a way home! Santa said he would deliver me home after his shift.

Once Santa was finished for the day, he brought me home to my parents, who were now in a state of complete panic looking for me. Santa calmed them down and told them the story of how I wound up with him. He also asked them if it was alright if I became an elf at Santa Land. At first, my parents didn’t know what to make of all of this. But, after a while they decided that it might be a good thing for me.

Mama invited Santa to stay for dinner. I can see why he’s so fat. What an appetite! The next day I reported to Santa Land dressed in my new Elf outfit Mama made for me. I was a hit! Not only were kids wanting their photos taken with Santa, but I was being asked to be in them too! I thought to myself, what a great Christmas this is going to be!


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This is my first blog - and I'm not really sure what it's all about, but I thought it would be sew fun, so here goes ~

Can you believe it's summer already? My friends and I have some new looks that we think you'll find, well, cute and fun - I'm dressed as Tinkerbell, Izzy is dressed as Wendy, and of course Hamish just had to be Peter Pan! It's one of our favorite stories - we hope you like it, too.

Of course you know that my world exists inside of a sewing basket - with lots of fun outfit sets and accessories to play with. I love to travel (I'm so small - just 4" tall - that I fit anywhere!) and I even have my own trunk that opens into a little room, which I just love. I have a tiny bed set, table and chairs, even Rags, my dog, has a place to sleep. They all perfectly complement my fashion sets, and the perfectly scaled accessories are just right.

I hope you saw the article about me and my friends in the Fashion Doll Quarterly - and I was even on the cover of Doll Reader. Yes, I love the attention!

Well, that's it for now - Happy Summer...and check back soon!

Love, Amelia

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Sad Sally

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In a world where Hollywood glamour reigns supreme, Beverly Hills money flows, and celebrities are your next door neighbors, one little girl breaks the mold. With movie star parents, a personal nanny named Tallulah, and a quirky knack for quoting old Hollywood starlets – Sad Sally is sure to make you wonder: Seriously…why is she sad?


Sad Sally My Story

My name is Sally and I'm 9 years old. My parents nicknamed me Sad Sally a long time ago - they said it's because of the way I act, and honestly, I do go a bit overboard with the whole 'woe is me' thing, but it makes my parents crazy, which I kind of like. I mean, sometimes I act so sad - I pretend that I can't even put on my shoes, so I go without them; which, of course, my parents think is so wrong and they make me put them on. Honestly, I'm just trying to express myself as an individual.

My parents are extremely rich and of course we live in Beverly Hills and have a full staff of servants. One maid is my favorite - Tallulah. Sometimes I think she totally gets my act, but even if she does, she never says anything, which makes her my favorite. We just have a kind of understanding, I think, which is nice. It makes me think that being an adult doesn't have to be so stuffy.

I guess you could say my parents are very famous movie stars - you would know their names if I told you, but I don't think I will. Some things are better left unsaid - plus they kind of embarrass me sometimes, so we'll leave their names off for now. Being the child of famous parents isn't all it's cracked up to be - well, okay, sometimes it's pretty fun, but most of the time it's like I said - embarrassing.

I love school - it's the one place I'm really happy and don't have to put on the whold 'sad' thing. My friends, who I call "Glumkins" are the best, and we go everywhere together. I made up this word for them basically because it keeps my parents wondering, which is kind of the point. I hope to have my own language someday.

What makes me 'interesting' you ask? Well, unlike other kids I meet, I really don't like ice cream and candy - I much prefer to eat broccoli and anchovies. Again, it keeps my parents wondering. It's worth it.

I also have a slight hoarding tendency, which works fine for me, but not so much for my parents. Everything has to have its proper place in our house, as you can imagine. I do have a small secret though - under my bed I have shoe boxes filled with buttons that I 'borrow' from the coats of all the celebrities that come to visit my parents. No one has yet figured out why when they leave our house that buttons are missing off their coats. Even Tallulah doesn't know about my button collection - I love going through them on rainy days.



I used to go with my parents to the studios while they were shooting a film. One day I wandered off and a director thought I was one of the orphans from his production of Oliver Twist that he was currently filming. I thought it was kind of fun, but my parents were definitely not happy about this (okay, they were horrified, especially since I wasn't even in costume!) and since this incident, they haven't offered to take me to the studio.

Well, that's my story for now. I know I may sound a little spoiled, but I am who I am - and I wouldn't change a thing. Oh, and my favorite color is brown.

Seriously, I can play this sad thing up pretty good!

Love, Sally

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As you know, my parents are famous actors and whenever they host their infamous Hollywood parties, I sneak into the coat room and snip the buttons off of the guest's jackets. And being sentimental, I've decided to collect the buttons and hide them away in a sad little shoe box underneath my bed. I think they'll come in handy one day (hello, eBay!) but for now, they make me happy. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!

Okay, I'm not really sure why she was here, but I couldn't resist all of these colorful buttons on a certain little girl who has her own reality T.V. show (hint: she has a very 'sweet' name). I snipped off almost all of them - it was so much fun...

My parents just love Tim B. - he's so different with a very mysterious aura - well, that's what I heard my Mother say to my Father anyway. I just loved his buttons!

As mysterious as Tim B. is, his wife is just plain quirky! I don't even think Helena B. even noticed her missing buttons. These definitely make me smile...

Johnny D. really gets into his parts - he arrived at this particular party dressed as the character he was filming at the time - can you say Wonka Bar?

These all came from one party - and several different guests. I strung them on ribbons just because I wanted to remember the evening - plus they kind of remind me of candy - which I really don't like...

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Patience

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Patience

She's a little girl with a Wilde Imagination!
Who is Patience, you ask? She’s a little girl just filled with curiosity, apparent in her eager eyes. Patience is a doll like no other: She’s 14” tall with attitude as big as her head (meaning her head is delightfully…full!), and eyes that move from side to side as she contemplates her next adventure. When she’s around, you’re sure to have endless Patience no matter WHAT is thrown your way!

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Tyler Wentworth

История Тайлер Вентворт началась в 1999г., когда Роберт Тоннер выпустил первую базовую Тайлер под названием "Signature Style". Первый выпуск был не лимитированным, Тайлер была выпущена в трех вариантах - блондинка, рыжая, шатенка. Одеты все были одинаково - в рабочую одежду Тайлер - белая блузка, черная юбка, черные колготки и туфли.

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1999 - Prelude & Millennium

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Signature Style

Своим безупречным профессиональным стилем Тайлер знаменита на всю 7ю Авеню. Каждое утро она спешит на работу в белой хлопчатобумажной блузке и черной шерстяной юбке с кожаным ремнём. Тонкие черные колготки и классические чёрные лодочки дополняют строгий деловой костюм. Нитка жемчуга на шее Тайлер - намёк на уникальный стиль тети Регины... И дань уважения ей! Этот образ - визитная карточка Тайлер Вентворт.



Millennium Ball

Последняя вечеринка 1999 года была грандиозной! Тайлер буквально ослепила папарацци своим появлением в бальном платье классического покроя, выполненного из суперсовременного материала - шёлка оттенка "светло-голубой металлик". Вечерний наряд дополнили эффектные серьги со стразами.

И кого же, как вы думаете, поцеловала Тайлер, когда торжество переместилось на Таймс Сквер? Она до сих пор хранит молчание на эту тему! И это остается самой большой загадкой в истории Тайлер.



Fashion Design Weekly Awards

На вручении награды Fashion Design Weekly Awards Тайлер блистала в этом роскошном платье из французского кружева цвета баклажана, вручную расшитом бисером. Шёлковая шаль грациозно упала с её плеч, когда Тайлер получала свою первую награду Дизайнера Года.

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Уже переведенные, но малозначащие аннотации (по сути, просто описания аутфитов, в истории роли не играют) я убрала под спойлер.

Party of the Season

Модные критики были в восторге от этого роскошного вечернего наряда - платья без бретелей с облегающим лифом цвета шалфея и двухслойной юбкой из серого с золотом шелка и изысканного французского кружева. Использование подобных материалов, особенно уникального французского кружева, беспрецедентно! Декольте украшает переливающаяся брошь, составляющая комплект с ожерельем и серьгами из стразов. Наряд дополняют вечерние босоножки из золотых ремешков, волосы уложены в элегантную прическу из кос.




Central Park Benefit Luncheon

Каждую весну самые шикарные дамы Манхеттена наряжаются в самые невероятные шляпы для участия в благотворительном завтраке в Центральном Парке. Для этого мероприятия Тайлер создала элегантный костюм из расшитого шёлка цвета морской волны, украшенный пуговицами со стразами. Костюм дополняет созданная специально для Тайлер шляпка ручной работы, полученная в красивой серебряной шляпной коробке непосредственно перед мероприятием и созданная приятелем Тайлер, известным дизайнером, специализирующемся на изготовлении шляп.



Urban Sport

Друзья уже ждут в своём пикапе, а Тайлер забежала в супермаркет забрать заказанные продукты для пикника. Собираясь провести уикенд в горах, она оделась стильно, но ощущает себя очень комфортно в удобных сапожках, трикотажном джемпере, безрукавке и куртке из ткани с металлическим блеском.



Collection Premiere

Этот элегантный кремовый костюм из фактурного бархата, дополненный шелковым топом, был представлен на подиуме первым из премьерной коллекции Тайлер. Телесного цвета колготки, замшевые лодочки и изящная сумочка дополняли образ. Fashion Design Weekly особенно восторгался эффектным ожерельем из стразов и бисера.



Fragrance Launch

Работа и удовольствие неразделимы для Тайлер! На вечеринку по поводу запуска первого аромата Вентворт Тайлер пришла в шикарном черно-белом костюме из итальянской шерсти. Эта необычная, изысканная ткань сразу привлекла внимание Тайлер вкраплением золотых нитей. Костюм украшает бархатный воротник и дополняют черные лодочки с черными чулками и элегантная черная шляпа. Конечно же, Тайлер и сама пользуется духами Wentworth # 1!



Gallery Soirée

Это сногсшибательное коктейльное платье из своей премьерной коллекции Тайлер выбрала для посещения важного события - открытия галереи в Сохо. Изящно облегающий фигуру алый шёлк Тайлер скомбинировала с кружевом и пышной бахромой. Ослепительный наряд дополнен босоножками, а приглашение на вечеринку хранится в шёлковой сумочке.



Wake Up Call

Вскакивая с утра с постели (ох уж эти стремительные утренние сборы на работу!), Тайлер накидывает свой шёлковый пеньюар поверх пижамы из той же ткани, и на несколько минут присаживается с чашечкой кофе и свежим номером Fashion Design Weekly.



Cashmere Noir

Апофеоз утончённой роскоши! Тайлер с нетерпением ждёт холодной нью-йоркской осени, чтобы надеть своё приталенное роскошное кашемировое пальто. Эффектный воротник-шаль и отложные манжеты не только согревают, но и позволяют насладиться невероятной мягкостью качественного кашемира. Черные сапожки и украшения, сделанные на заказ, дополняют образ.

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2000 - Indulgences

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Basic Esmé

В один из редких моментов отдыха Тайлер отправилась в книжный магазин. Выбрав себе книги, она обратила внимание на необыкновенно красивую молодую женщину, работавшую за прилавком. Тайлер представилась и предложила ей поработать моделью на своем предстоящем показе. Девушку звали Эсме, она училась на врача и к предложению отнеслась скептически, хотя в прошлом у неё уже был опыт работы моделью. Однако, услышав, что речь о Доме Вентворт, всё же согласилась попробовать. После собеседования Агентство Чейз заключило с ней контракт.



Cover Girl Esmé

Вскоре Эсме снялась для своей первой обложки журнала Tres Chic в роскошном персиковом кружевном платье, расшитым золотыми нитями.



Something Sleek

Образ жизни Тайлер подразумевает занятия спортом для поддержания здоровья и бодрости. Ежедневно Тайлер посещает бассейн в фитнесс-клубе, расположенном на первом этаже дома, где она живёт. Тайлер соблюдает баланс гламура и функциональности во всём - даже в купальных костюмах!



Sweet Indulgence

Ах, эта прекрасная жизнь в одиночестве! В те редкие ночи, которые Тайлер проводит дома, она надевает очаровательную светло-лиловую шелковую ночную рубашку в стиле ретро, украшенную кружевами, шелковый лиловый пеньюар... Что ещё нужно девушке, чтобы с удовольствием провести вечер дома? Конечно, коробка шоколадных конфет!



Russian Renaissance

В поисках интересных экзотических тканей Тайлер ездила даже в Россию! Эту великолепную парчу коричневого цвета с золотом Тайлер нашла в Москве и насилу дождалась возвращения в свою мастерскую, чтобы начать создавать этот очаровательный костюм из двух частей! Чёрный бархат Тайлер посчитала идеально подходящим для отделки этого наряда, а чтобы подчеркнуть русский колорит, костюм она дополнила бархатной шляпой с золотым листком.



White House Dinner

В благодарность за создание платья для Первой Леди на инаугурацию Тайлер была приглашена на торжественный обед в Белый Дом. Всё в офисе Тайлер было перевернуто с ног на голову в процессе создания идеального платья для этого мероприятия. Тайлер слегка нервничала, но выглядела ослепительно в своем малиновом вечернем платье, отделанном черным кружевом, расшитым бисером. По окончании вечера Тайлер удостоилась памятного подарка и личной благодарности Первой Леди!

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2001 - Ovation

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2002 - Cosmetics

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2003 - Rapture

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2004 - Anniversary

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2005 - Legacy

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Now & Forever

Прекрасная Кит, модель агентства Чейз, закрывала показ моделей Тайлер Вентворт в этом потрясающем кружевном свадебном платье, вручную расшитом бисером. Свадебный наряд дополнен эффектной фатой, также выполненной из кружева. В этом изысканном кружеве с подкладкой из настоящего шелка и жемчужных украшениях Кит поистине сияла, как настоящая счастливая невеста. Можете себе представить, как все были ошеломлены, когда Кит действительно появилась на своей свадьбе именно в этом роскошном наряде! Весной она вышла замуж за брата Сидней Чейз, Саймона Чейза.

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2006 - City Style

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2007 - Revolution

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Тайлер Вентворт уверенно царила в мире моды, жизнь вокруг кипела, всё было замечательно, лучше некуда. Пока не случилось неожиданное. Наблюдая за непрекращающимся оживлением в Доме Вентворт и вокруг него, тётя Реджина вдруг поняла, что нестерпимо хочет снова оказаться в центре событий и внимания. Тайлер была слегка шокирована таким поворотом, в первую очередь потому, что отлично помнила, каково это - работать стажёром у тёти. И как будто этого было недостаточно - ещё одна новость - мало того, что бывший друг Тайлер по школе дизайна Джереми Восс уволился из Дома Вентворт и разорвал с Тайлер все отношения - так он ещё и переманил к себе одну из лучших моделей, Кит! И это ещё не всё. Кит не только круто изменила свою карьеру, став звездой VOSS INTL, она полностью порвала со всем семейством Чейз... Став свободной, как ветер.



2007, Evening Jewel

Один день из жизни Тайлер Вентворт

Стоя у руля одного из самых стремительно развивающихся модных домов, Тайлер Вентворт решительно держит путь в бушующий мир бизнеса. Развивая свой бренд и имидж, она в одиночку превратила Дом Вентворт в мировую бизнес-легенду. Её день начинается так же, как у любого из нас - каждое утро она узнает новости из свежего номера Fashion Design Weekly. Всегда в движении, всеобщая любимица и вундеркинд 7й Авеню использует для покупок специальную экосумку - нельзя забывать о важности городской программы утилизации вторсырья! Весь её день расписан по минутам, она успевает переделать все дела, замечая в процессе все важные мелочи и записывая пришедшие в голову интересные идеи. Однако работа это ещё не вся жизнь! Даже после долгого дня, проведенного в городе, она всегда готова принять эксклюзивное приглашение на гламурную вечеринку. Надо только перевести дух... Но всё это - жизнь Тайлер Вентворт!

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2008 - Renaissance

http://tonnercollectibles.com/tylerdolls_2008.htm

Новый молд Тайлер

Тайлер Вентворт всегда любила красивую, элегантную одежду. С ранних лет она знала, что ей суждено создавать моду и задавать тренды. Своим взлётом на Седьмой авеню Тайлер во многом обязана своей тёте Реджине, а также, конечно же, всем тем, кто помогал ей оттачивать своё мастерство и развивать талант, что и позволило Тайлер Вентворт стать одним из самых известных, уважаемых и любимых кутюрье своего времени. Девятикратный победитель и обладатель высших наград Недели Высокой Моды, Тайлер Вентворт золотыми буквами вписала своё имя в историю моды. Приняв бразды правления Домом Вентворт от тёти Регины, Тайлер немедленно ринулась в бой, встряхнув и ослепив мир моды подобно яркой вспышке сверхновой.

Один из признанных современных законодателей моды, Дом Вентворт неизменно поражает своих поклонников, представляя каждую новую коллекцию. Со своей лучшей подругой и деловым партнёром Сидней Чейз и её модельным агентством The Chase Modeling Agency Тайлер неизменно превосходит все ожидания и стирает все границы в области высокой моды, оставаясь неизменной любимицей Модной Авеню. Новые и новые вызовы, которые бросает ей её мир - достойный соперник из VOSS INTL, неожиданное возвращение тёти Реджины в мир моды - всё это совершенно не даёт Тайлер расслабиться! Тайлер Вентворт фонтанирует идеями и креативом, и её уверенность в себе никогда не была такой нерушимой.



Jeremy Voss

Джереми Восс всегда знал, что мода управляет этим миром. Он блестяще учился в школе дизайна и свысока посматривал на остальных студентов, которым, по ему мнению, сильно не хватало вкуса и фантазии. Кроме одной. Тайлер Вентворт. Восс считал её весьма талантливой, они были лучшими друзьями. Окончив учёбу, Джереми успел поработать у нескольких дизайнеров на Седьмой Авеню, пока судьба не улыбнулась ему - Тайлер представила его своей тёте, Реджине Вентворт. Джереми совершенно очаровал Реджину, и вскоре она пригласила его работать в Дом Вентворт. Ему не потребовалось много времени, чтобы стать её незаменимым первым помощником. Закончив учёбу, Тайлер присоединилась к нему в Доме Вентворт, Джереми взял её под своё крыло. Джереми был звездой Модной Авеню, однако его сияние вскоре стало меркнуть из-за бесконечных ссор с Реджиной. Говорили, что он покинул Дом Вентворт, чтобы запустить собственную модную линию, но на самом деле, он ушёл, потому что Реджина назначила своей преемницей Тайлер, а не его. Ходили слухи, что между Джереми и Реджиной была крайне неприятная сцена, о которой они оба потом сожалели. Но сделанного не вернешь. Для воплощения своих смелых планов Джереми нужны были значительные средства, и поговаривали, что он связался с неким нечистоплотным бизнесменом, который и оказал финансовую поддержку VOSS INTL. Теперь всех друзей Тайлер Джереми считает своими врагами. Сидней была здорово потрясена, когда Восс переманил одну из её топ-моделей Кит и заключил с ней эксклюзивный контракт. Сильнее потрясён был только брат Сидней, Саймон, который был женат на Кит. Был...



Regina returns

Известная своим безупречным чутьём в области стиля и гламура, Реджина Вентворт воплотила образ жизни Манхеттена в высокой моде. Открытие Дома Вентворт взорвало индустрию моды - стиль Реджины был неподражаемо экстравагантен, она смело использовала неприлично роскошные ткани и украшения - и преуспела там, где остальные терпели неудачу. Много лет она создавала ослепительную роскошь, которая стала синонимом её имени. Однако в конце концов её клиентам начал приедаться блеск, в моду начал входить минимализм, появились новые молодые дизайнеры. Реджина почувствовала себя забытой и решила уехать на длительный отдых на юг Франции с одним молодым художником, Карлосом. Однако всё это время, несколько лет, она наблюдала за своей племянницей и её многочисленными удачами и победами. И в какой-то момент поняла, что хочет попробовать ещё раз! Оставив Францию и Карлоса, Реджина вернулась - на Манхеттен и в мир моды. Её коллекция немедленно стала хитом среди модниц, соскучившихся по блеску и гламуру. Реджина требовала и ставила много условий, её поспешное возвращение в Дом Вентворт создало Тайлер много сложностей. Назревал скандал и битва за торговую марку Вентворт и её будущее в мире моды. Но конце концов Реджина Вентворт устала ругаться с собственной семьей, сдалась и выпустила "The Regina Collection", забрав к себе двух лучших моделей из агентства Чейз, Жак и Анджелину. Долгожданное возвращение Реджины в мир моды состоялось!

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2009 - A Perfect Ten

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2010, 2011

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