tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-272875742007-04-10T13:22:29.239-07:00Candy Time!Barlee Rumburghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917340495979421807noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27287574.post-1147322132292192502006-05-10T21:35:00.000-07:002006-05-11T21:20:06.416-07:00At Breakfast This Morning<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/morning.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/morning.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I just sat down for my breakfast and already Candy has a question.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/sending%20love.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/sending%20love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">As she pleaded with me, I sent her some love with our secret hand signal.</span><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/Can%20We%20..jpg" border="0" />"Today? Can we go to the beach today?", </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">she wants to know.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">"Please? It's warm outside"</span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/YES%2C%20SUGAR-PLUM%20...jpg" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Yes, mi Cherub. Today is warm and today we go to the beach, but come sit down with me and have some muffins and fruit first. Then you can get ready to go. <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/..Ready%20to%20go.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Oh, Candy, Darling. We don't want a wagon on the beach. The wheels only get stuck in the sand. And Mr. Bear and Robin have to stay home this time. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/No%20Robin%2C%20you%20..0.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">You stay here, Robin, and take care of Mr. Bear.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br />Are we ready to go?</span></p><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"></span><p align="center"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/bear%202x2.6.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span></p>Barlee Rumburghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917340495979421807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27287574.post-1147321930145339592006-05-10T20:11:00.000-07:002006-05-10T21:44:05.386-07:00Day at the Beach<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Candy%20and%20Randy%20at%20Beach%20SMALL%20file%20004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/Candy%20and%20Randy%20at%20Beach%20SMALL%20file%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Candy says the ocean is so big it makes her feel small and lonely<br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Candy%20and%20Randy%20at%20Beach%20SMALL%20file%20007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/Candy%20and%20Randy%20at%20Beach%20SMALL%20file%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">It's a good thing her Imaginary Playmate showed up.<br />Randi has a way of making troubles disappear!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Candy%20and%20Randy%20at%20Beach%20SMALL%20file%20010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/Candy%20and%20Randy%20at%20Beach%20SMALL%20file%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Randy%20at%20the%20Beach%20LARGE%20%20file%20003.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/Randy%20at%20the%20Beach%20LARGE%20%20file%20003.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Candy%20and%20Randy%20at%20Beach%20LARGE%20%20file%20006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/Candy%20and%20Randy%20at%20Beach%20LARGE%20%20file%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/revised%20SMALL.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/revised%20SMALL.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The girls had so much fun! Candy even found an abalone shell!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Candy%20finds%20an%20abalone%20shell%20LARGE%20%20file%20001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/Candy%20finds%20an%20abalone%20shell%20LARGE%20%20file%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">She liked feeling the sand on her toes.<br />Can we come to the beach <span style="font-style: italic;">every</span> day? <br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Making%20Sand%20Castles%20LARGE%20%20file%20010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/Making%20Sand%20Castles%20LARGE%20%20file%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Barlee Rumburghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917340495979421807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27287574.post-1146546175461310642006-05-01T21:48:00.000-07:002006-05-02T02:33:27.873-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/large%20file%20fotos%20025.0.jpg" border="0" /> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">The first thing Candy did this morning was to ask</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">"Can we go to the beach today?"<br /><br />She was still wearing the ribbon sash that her Imaginary Friend had tied at her waist last night. She was so cute standing there with her cheeks kissed by the morning sun. </span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">"No Candy, it's still chilly outside and we have some other fun things to do. "Like what?" she asked. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">. . . Like taking a hike. We need some excercise. So, we took a hike.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/large%20file%20fotos%20029.1.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">"Where are we going, she asked?", her curls blowing gently in the breeze. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">. . . . Wherever the road leads us, Candy, wherever the road leads us. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">And we happened upon some Llamas. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/Llamas%20fixed.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Candy was fascinated, but they didn't hold her attention long enough. Soon she asked "Now where will we go?"</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">. . . . just keep moving forward, Candy, my dear. Keep moving forward. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">And we discovered Pacifica Cultural Center where the main building is painted in murals. <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/Candy%20Loves%20Art.1.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Candy spread her arms wide, took a deep breath and exclaimed "Oh! I Like Art!" </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/Dance%20Fixed.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">"See? I can dance like these children on the mural. I like dancing. I like music. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">"Candy was becoming one with the art</span> <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/One%20With%20Art.0.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p>Barlee Rumburghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917340495979421807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27287574.post-1146545165300908452006-05-01T21:38:00.000-07:002006-05-02T02:35:18.406-07:00Candy's Field Trip<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%20fotos%20037.5.jpg"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/large%20file%20fotos%20037.1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Intelefix.5.jpg"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/Intelefix.1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Candy marveled over the mosaic courtyard. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the afternoon sun. "The walls are made like the table in our studio! But our table has butterflies, flowers and birds on it. This is different, but the same. The colors are so pretty! "<br /></span></span><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">We'll go to the beach tomorrow, Candy.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/400/longing.jpg" border="0" /></span></p>Barlee Rumburghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917340495979421807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27287574.post-1146380269619287572006-04-29T23:30:00.000-07:002006-04-30T22:34:42.276-07:00Candy's Imaginary Playmate<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Candy had a very long day dressing up in ALL of Bethany and Georgia's clothes and posing for the camera.<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/400/unexpected%20guest.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><br /><br />She was getting ready for bed but was still playing with a bit of ribbon she had found. She was trying to tie the ribbon behind her back to see how it would look on a dress. From out of nowhere, a tiny little girl appeared at the edge of the bed. She was very tiny. </span><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/frightened.0.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/Who%20are%20you.0.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Candy was startled at first, but she asked "Who are you?" The tiny girl said "Don't be afraid. I'm your imaginary playmate. Do you want that ribbon tied? I can do it for you." In the blink of an eye she tied the ribbon perfectly at Candy's waist, with a pretty, perky bow at the back. </span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Randi%20Friend.jpg"></a><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Randi%20Friend.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/Randi%20Friend.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Tie%20ribbon.jpg"></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Who%20are%20you.jpg"></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Tie%20ribbon.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/Tie%20ribbon.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/pretty%20bow.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/pretty%20bow.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">And that's all it took for these two to become best of friends!</span></p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/frightened.jpg"></a>Barlee Rumburghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917340495979421807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27287574.post-1146355361946332672006-04-29T16:57:00.000-07:002006-04-29T18:26:58.653-07:00Too Late For Easter?<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Too late for Easter?<br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Lrg%20-%20Easter%20Dress.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/Lrg%20-%20Easter%20Dress.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Candy doesn't think so!</span><br /><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/Lrg%20Easter%20closeup.jpg" border="0" />Barlee Rumburghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917340495979421807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27287574.post-1146354748374794982006-04-29T16:12:00.000-07:002006-05-02T02:27:23.766-07:002nd Day ~ Foggy Days & Playing In The Wool<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%204A.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/large%20file%204A.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file2A.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/large%20file2A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%203A.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/large%20file%203A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file5A.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/large%20file5A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%201A.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/large%20file%201A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Candy wanted to go to the beach today, but it's foggy and cold on the coast so we're staying home - taking some pictures and playing in the wool. </span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Note: photos can be clicked on to enlarge.</p></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">I wonder what kind of Dog Candy wants?</span><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/400/Lrg-Candywool%20BEST.0.jpg" border="0" /> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Lrg-%20Candy%20%20wool%20closeup.1.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/Lrg-%20Candy%20%20wool%20closeup.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/Lrg%20pretty%20candy.1.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/Lrg%20pretty%20candy.0.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">She's thinking!</span></span>Barlee Rumburghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917340495979421807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27287574.post-1146352207612352282006-04-29T16:04:00.000-07:002006-04-29T18:48:02.946-07:00Details<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%20fotos%20016.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/large%20file%20fotos%20016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Candy is by artist Heidi Plusczok and cost $305. She is all vinyl, jointed at head, hips and shoulders. Her skin tone is Lovely! and she has side glancing glass eyes and human hair and lashes.<br /><br />She comes wearing a Boneka dress, panties, socks and navy patent shoes. She also brings with her a favorite Teddy Bear from World of Miniature Bears. </span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%20fotos%20014.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/large%20file%20fotos%20014.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Candy's dress is lovely, but she could hardly wait to get out of it and get into something more comfortable.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%20fotos%20012.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/large%20file%20fotos%20012.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%20fotos%20013.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/large%20file%20fotos%20013.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />She's got her eye on several of my fine hankies!</span>Barlee Rumburghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917340495979421807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27287574.post-1146351878379463252006-04-29T15:56:00.000-07:002006-04-29T18:49:10.250-07:00Candy & Bethany for Size<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%20fotos%20021.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/large%20file%20fotos%20021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%20fotos%20019.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/large%20file%20fotos%20019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%20fotos%20023.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/large%20file%20fotos%20023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%20fotos%20018.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/large%20file%20fotos%20018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%20fotos%20020.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/320/large%20file%20fotos%20020.jpg" border="0" /></a>Barlee Rumburghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917340495979421807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27287574.post-1146348536143570732006-04-29T15:07:00.000-07:002006-05-01T23:06:29.636-07:00Candy loves Hoover<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/017.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/400/017.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Hoover, the Basset Hound, was actually sculpted to be size proportionate to the 7.5" Riley Kish doll. He is a bit on the small side for my girl, Candy, but they do make a lovely picture sitting here together, don't you think?</span> </p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;">To see more of my OOAK Life-like, poseable companion pets for dolls, please visit ~ ~ <a href="http://www.fogcitydesigns.com"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">www.fogcitydesigns.com</span></a> </span></p>Barlee Rumburghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917340495979421807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27287574.post-1146348416451421722006-04-29T15:01:00.000-07:002006-05-02T02:29:01.816-07:00Fresh from her box<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%20fotos%20006.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/large%20file%20fotos%20006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%20fotos%20008.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/large%20file%20fotos%20008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/1600/large%20file%20fotos%20007.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7270/2459/200/large%20file%20fotos%20007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;">Candy arrived on a Friday afternoon, April 28th. I Loved her immediately! The most exquisite rendition of a child I have had the pleasure to hold. You will see lots of what I call "Eye Candy" here. Please drop by often to share in Candy's adventures.<br /><br />My first photos, taken immediately after releasing Candy from her box, show her looking a little bit confused about how she got here and who I am.</span>Barlee Rumburghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05917340495979421807noreply@blogger.com