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Today was the Garage-a-rama in Bozeman, a spring-time event complete with a sudden downpour of wet spring snow. I came home with some new additions to the dollhouse and was happy to spend a Saturday morning at play, arranging my new toys. As usual, the theme of home invasion seems to be prevalent, along with that regretful post-wild-party vibe that the dazed expressions and “whoa, what hit me?” hair styles of garage sale dollies seem to lend themselves to.

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Warning, there are some spooky photos in here!

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David and I are finally moved into our new house, which means that Goodwerks Creative has a new home. We bought a 1930 craftsman style house with incredibly squeaky floors on Bozeman’s south side. Now I’ve got a great studio space — an unused kitchen in what was formerly a basement apartment. I love having a sink! And there’s an only-slightly-spider-infested Harry Potteresque closet under the basement stairs to keep all of my important stuff in (Altoid tins, jars of various sizes, archival glitter, vintage paper dolls, musty old magazines, scrap paper, yarn, embroidery patterns, linoleum blocks, artificial flowers, wire, you know the stuff…). It’s paradise!

I’ve only done one little tiny painting project in my studio so far, a poster illustration for Bozeman’s burgeoning Don’t Close Your Eyes Live Radio Theatre, which stages original radio plays in front of live audiences (Exhibit A), but I’m hoping soon to undertake a new oil stick series.

Meanwhile, we’re adjusting to life in the university district (complete with a productive crop of beer cups on our front lawn and a couple of unannounced young guests found tent-camping in our back yard) and settling into our new (old) digs. There was something about split-level living that encouraged a wanton spirit of home decorating that we’re not sure we’ll be able to recapture. To tell the truth, we’re both somewhat terrified of the new house. I’ll let you know when I get up the nerve to put a nail in the wall for the first time.

Thus, the original Kitschatorium (an amateur-built heavy-as-hell teacup shelf, repurposed to feature seasonal figurine displays) has yet to find its new spot, but at least the dollhouse is in full swing. It’s sitting on our mantel – the focal point in a room that is otherwise a tent city of blanket covered furnishings that we’re halfheartedly protecting from two disoriented cats.

I seem to have been picking up a lot of baby dolls lately, and it looks like they and some television-loving owls have moved in for the spring! (That parachute man was discovered while cleaning under the stove in the old house, by the way!)

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Here comes Baby New Year!

Happy New Year from Marla, David, Sammy, Kitty, Wally, Yati, Mailbot and all of the residents of Kitschatoria!

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December is here! It’s time to make your Christmas cookies. Sometimes you might feel like there’s somebody looking over your shoulder, but don’t worry! Everything’s fine! Who doesn’t love Santa?

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It’s my birthday! Check out the awesome vacuum cleaner I got from my sister!

Well, it’s Thanksgiving in the dollhouse. Everybody looks pretty busy. The dinner guests are all scrubbed and gussied up. It looked like those vegan hot dogs are going to be delicious!

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In honor of David’s birthday, the Kitschatorium was transformed into a kitty-torium for the month of November.
Happy birth-month David! Meow!

I took a short break on the Annual Report stories I’ve been writing to see what’s going on in the doll house. Looks like the birthday party has dispersed and there’s a lot of TV-watching going on. That poor robot is still working away in the kitchen, though. I guess every week is Screen Free Week for our cyborg friend. 

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