Some Dolls are still looking for homes.

Visit the Cactus Gallery Link below to view the dolls still available for adoption. 

http://www.cactusgallery.blogspot.com/

Artsnark Interview

Artsnark has featured Moi in her blog this month. Follow the link to read the interview. Anyone who comments will be entered into a drawing to win an item from my Etsy Store!

http://artsnark.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-artist-visit-giveaway-meet-clara.html

Everything must GO SALE!!

Hello everyone. I decided to spring clean my etsy store and I am offering 40% off of everything with the special coupon code "MADNESS". Visit http://www.curioddities.etsy.com to browse the store and snap up the bargains while you can!

Doll Show

I am excited to announce that Curioddities will be participating in The Cactus gallery's " Dollmakers Doll Show". The show will be hosting over 25 fabulous doll makers! Opening night is Saturday March 12th from 7pm to 10pm. I will have 4 brand new Double Dollies in this show and some of their friends.

Cactus Gallery
4534 Eagle Rock Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90041-3215
(323) 256-6117

Curioddities

 

 

 

Curioddities is now part of the Cabinet of Curiosities Team on Etsy. To check out this group and all it's fabulous members Please follow this link http://www.etsy.com/teams/5684/cabinet-of-curiosities

Hello Everyone. In case you aren't a fan of curioddities face book page here is a link to Mammamyst's blog that mentions My Mama Circus Peanut that is for sale in my etsy store.

http://mammamyst.wordpress.com

If you want to stay up to date on curioddities please add my face book page or twitter account.

Happy Birthday Rabbie Burns!

The Scot's are celebrating tonight with Haggis for it's Robert Burn's The Bard of Scotland's Birthday today. Traditionally we Scot's eat Haggis after we recite a Poem written by Rabbie himself. Here is that poem:

Address To a Haggis
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o' a grace As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o' need, While thro' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dicht, An' cut you up wi' ready slicht, Trenching your gushing entrails bricht, Like ony ditch; And then, O what a glorious sicht, Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive: Deil tak the hindmaist! on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve, Are bent like drums; Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, "Bethankit" hums.
Is there that o're his French ragout Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi' perfect scunner, Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him ower his trash, As feckless as a wither'd rash, His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash, His nieve a nit; Thro' bloody flood or field to dash, O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis fed, The trembling earth resounds his tread. Clap in his wallie nieve a blade, He'll mak it whistle; An' legs an' arms, an' heads will sned, Like taps o' thristle.
Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o' fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinkin ware That jaups in luggies; But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer, Gie her a haggis!

Awa' wee yea an' eet yer Haggis!