Does anyone know of doll stands that hoist dolls up by the armpits? I have a doll that I would really like to display but she has neither a waist nor legs, making the standard orientations a bit challenging
GUYS
I know this means absolutely jack shit to anyone else but oh my God my psychedelic world of Barbie house fits back here with my other cases and supplies for dolls and I am so excited about it!
I keep looking at it and smiling! It also means that the Barbie house was moved from a spot along the wall on the other side of the bedroom and oh man I just love the art on these things I love looking at them I’m so excited
Oh they’re notching her tail. See the little bit taken out? That tells whoever catches her next to let her go– it’s a sort of “hey, this is a reproductive female; let’s keep the cycle going by putting her right back in the water” signal. The bit will grow back in 2-3 shed cycles, which takes a couple years.
They know she’s able to reproduce bc she was caught with eggs.
Did you know you don’t have to be Good at something, you just gotta have fun
To everyone thinking this is unrealistic or fake or whatever, it’s not :) if you let go and have fun first, you’re much more likely to keep going and become good without realising
14th September 2022: 200th Anniversary of Decipherment of Hieroglyphs:
“According to Hermine Hartleben, who wrote the most extensive biography of Champollion in 1906, the breakthrough came on 14 September 1822, a few days before the Lettre was written, when Champollion was examining copies made by Huyot. One cartouche from Abu Simbel contained four hieroglyphic signs. Champollion guessed, or drew on the same guess found in Young’s Britannica article, that the circular first sign represented the sun. The Coptic word for “sun” was re. The sign that appeared twice at the end of the cartouche stood for “s” in the cartouche of Ptolemy. If the name in the cartouche began with Re and ended with ss, it might thus match “Ramesses”, suggesting the sign in the middle stood for m.
Further confirmation came from the Rosetta Stone, where the m and s signs appeared together at a point corresponding to the word for “birth” in the Greek text, and from Coptic, in which the word for “birth” was mise. Another cartouche contained three signs, two of them the same as in the Ramesses cartouche. The first sign, an ibis, was a known symbol of the god Thoth. If the latter two signs had the same values as in the Ramesses cartouche, the name in the second cartouche would be Thothmes, corresponding to the royal name “Tuthmosis” mentioned by Manetho. These were native Egyptian kings, long predating Greek rule in Egypt, yet the writing of their names was partially phonetic.
Now Champollion turned to the title of Ptolemy found in the longer cartouches in the Rosetta Stone. Champollion knew the Coptic words that would translate the Greek text and could tell that phonetic hieroglyphs such as p and t would fit these words. From there he could guess the phonetic meanings of several more signs. Upon making these discoveries Champollion raced to his brother’s office at the Académie des Inscriptions, flung down a collection of copied inscriptions, cried “Je tiens mon affaire!” (“I’ve done it!”) and collapsed in a days-long faint.” [X]
When I realized pre-packaged food was for me, my entire outlook on life changed.
Let me explain.
I remember walking through the grocery store with my mother as a teen and her making a bitter comment about how everything had more packaging now. De-shelled hard boiled eggs in plastic, cut fruit, pre-portioned salads, all of it was “laziness” to her. She insisted people were getting lazier to the point where if my brother ate pizza from the fridge, she would chastise him for not heating it. She would say “you deserve warm pizza” as a way of saying you should do something the “right way” because it’s worth doing.
This isn’t because my mother had no concept of people with disabilities, she is disabled herself. However, in raising me, she taught me to hide that disability, to try to be on everyone else’s level so we aren’t seen as weaker. That laziness is worse than being disabled and there’s simply no excuse for taking shortcuts. I don’t think she intended to teach me this, but her own internalized ableism was so loud.
When I became an adult, I realized I hated cooking. The prep was tedious, I almost always have dishes in the sink, there’s cleanup after, my back hurts, my eyes burn, it’s too hot and in the beginning, I got overwhelmed to the point of crying. Leftovers were almost never eaten becuase heating them up (the “correct” way to eat them) was an extra step that made me not want to put the effort in. I thought I was lazy and felt ashamed when I wanted something to eat but couldn’t bring myself to make it.
At some point, I finally said “I’m tired. I don’t care how much packaging it is, I don’t care how lazy it is, I’m going to get meal kits.”
It was life-changing. Dinner takes 30 minutes to make. Everything is portioned. The directions are clear. I don’t hate it anymore. I want salads in bags. I want eggs that don’t take three steps to eat. It’s not laziness, it’s accessible! I don’t have to make a meal, I can eat the raw vegetables, have pasta with butter, eat a granola bar! There’s no right way to feed myself!
I made things SO HARD on myself because I wasn’t acknowledging my disability or my depression and they didn’t need to be hard! I didn’t need to go around the store saying “is that really necessary?” Because it IS necessary for me! It’s brilliant! It’s so helpful!
Accessibility takes so many forms and overcoming internalized guilt for not being able-bodied or mentally well enough to handle tasks other handle easily is incredibly freeing. Obviously I’m lucky to be in the position to have this option avaliable to me, but I kept myself from it for far too long.
