Not that long ago and far away, yet miles and miles from here, there
is a quaint country festival in a clearing in a wood where
folks dress up in costly costumes and pretend they are in 16th
Century England. It's quite droll, really- you might enjoy it, and
anyway, it is where this story takes place...
dollmaker very very carefully descended the steep steps which led
down from her bedroom to the Doll Shoppe below. The floor downstairs
was cold. Eyes closed, still half asleep, she unlatched the heavy
wooden front doors. They swung outward by themselves, disturbing a
dense cloud of October morning fog which turned and reached for her face.
dollmaker was already in a fog more dense than the one outside. She
plunged down the sidewalk, bee-lining it toward the privy, not
stopping to chat with a neighbor who was sweeping out her shoppe; not
stopping to chat with another neighbor who was returning briskly from
the showers; not even actually seeing either one of them as she
stumbled onwards with blind determination to relieve the natural function.
that had been accomplished, the dollmaker sighed and at last opened
her eyes. She slowly began to take stock of the situation. As far as
she could tell, she had somehow made it down the treacherous steps
into her Doll Shoppe in her pajamas with her eyes closed and then she
had found her way to this privy which she knew to be on the grounds
of the Texas Renaissance Festival so it must be Saturday- or Sunday- morning....
Ok. What time is it now? she wondered. A canon would blow at 9AM
sharp, heralding the opening of the front gates to let patrons onto
the festival grounds. Must get back to the shoppe. Must get out of
pajamas and into costume...
was solid white back out on the sidewalk again; the dollmaker stood
there and looked both ways, up and down the sidewalk.
DAy Miss Wee!" a voice boomed from the fog, and to her left a
huge beard materialized slowly. It soon became apparent that it was
attached to the face of the Furrier, the one who had a habit of
speaking in riddles. She thought she heard him say, "The moon is
in Capricorn and that means that the conjunct despot will distort the
indecisive, and feign companionship for it's own accumulation, so
keep your distance!"
will." she murmered, looking down humbly and nodding. And he
dematerialized into the mists. The dollmaker looked back after him
and shook her head. Focus. Focus. The fog was so dense she almost
walked past her own shoppe. Ah- but there was her doorway. She turned
into it, glad to be back home and thinking about a nice cup of hot
tea- when something in the doorway moved.
fact, there was something large and blue and frilly backing out of
her doorway, and this thing was going to run into her in a few
seconds if she didn't get out of it's way.. "WHOA!" the
dollmaker cried out. But the giant blue thing kept coming. The
dollmaker got out of the way. And it came on- a huge deep blue sea of
a dress, backing out through the half-closed double doors and
spilling out onto the sidewalk in ruffley blue waves.
dollmaker sprung into action and threw both doors wide open, freeing
the dress to cascade outwards, it's arms waving wildly. The dress was
occupied. The dollmaker stood forward, addressing the occupant of the dress..
am the Lady Kandra. Welcome to my Doll Shoppe."
dollmaker, still in her pajamas, felt a little sheepish welcoming
anyone formally- it had to be hours before the canon blew, and she
wasn't technically open yet. The fog wasn't even gone yet. The Dolls
weren't even out of the boxes yet. Who was this person, anyway,
arriving in full costume so early?
voluminous blue dress turned on it's axis so that the wearer
revolved into view. Impossibly wine-red curls covered head,
shoulders, back and front -more hair than a person could grow in a
lifetime sat atop this woman's head...it was a veritable sea of
curls....upon which floated a little diamond-studded tiara.
was smiling and her lips were-well, her lipstick was a little- off.
Like a little off to the left. And some off to the right. Her eyes
were like- concentric circles. Like black rings inside of one another
growing larger and smaller into infinity.
dollmaker shook her head. Focus. Focus. Must get ready. Must get the
shoppe ready. Must get the dolls out of their boxes. Must get out of
my pajamas. Must have a cup of tea! Must get this woman out of the doorway!
the dollmaker politely as she craned her head to see if she could
find a way around the dress:
your name is...?"
you recognize me? I am The Queen!" The spots of lipstick smiled
warmly. "I am here to meet with the Fairies!"
no, the dollmaker thought.
Really?" The dollmaker said out loud. "This is quite a
surprise!" The dollmaker clapped her hands to emphasize what a
surprise this was.
Yes, of course, the FAIRIES! Well, if you will let me into my
shoppe, I'll show you... " The dollmaker slyly said, negotiating
her way along the coastline of the frilly blue sea and finally
sliding through her doorway.
you care for some tea? Or perhaps some breakfast cookies, what did
you say your name was?" the dollmaker called out from the tiny kitchenette.
instead of hearing a reply, she heard the voice of Jeff the Chef:
morning Lady Kandra, Dollmaker Extraordinaire! Where are you- in the kitchen?"
"OH good morning Mistress Nevermind. How are you today?"
the Chef rounded the corner into the kitchen where the dollmaker
grabbed him and whispered, "Who IS she?"
dollmaker could hear, coming from the main display room:
Oh Fairies! Where ARE you, dear Fairies?"
the Chef whispered back- "Oh that's Lady Nevermind! She's quite
mad, you know. She thinks she's the Queen!"
think she thinks the dolls are fairies..."
dollmaker answered, loud enough for Lady Nevermind to hear:
Fairies are- ah- still asleep- in their rubbermaid- er- beds."
dollmaker nudged Jeff the Chef out of the kitchen and briskly
approached Lady Nevermind. Though still in pajamas, she bowed and
crossed her heart and said, "It is a great honor, your majesty,
to have you here for the waking up of the Fairies." Then the
dollmaker opened up all of the rubbermaid tubs.
Nevermind clapped her hands. "OH! Fairies! What FUN!" She
reached into a pink rubbermaid tub and lifted out a red Flower Annie
Doll and began a conversation with the doll. She inquired of the doll
what it's preferences were, and evidently the doll suggested that she
be placed in front of the begonias.
Yes! I do agree! You would look beautiful in front of those
begonias! The red flowers match your dress!"
she turned to a blue Sea Goddess Doll. "Now you, dear, did you
say you prefer a view of the pond? I quite agree. Now then, you
there- you little Green Man- there's this spot I think you'll
enjoy over here amongst the vines..."
dollmaker threw open all five doors to the Magick Doll Garden, and
walked through it, sweeping her arms around to indicate all of the
little spots where she usually placed the dolls in the garden. The
dollmaker felt confident that Lady Nevermind would occupy herself
with "the fairies" for some time, and so she slipped back
upstairs to get dressed into her own shopkeeper costume.
Nevermind, meanwhile, explained to the Fairies that she was their
leader. She inquired as to how many of them would like to listen to a
story. Then she took a count of fairy votes. The consensus was that
35 dolls wanted to listen to a story.
dollmaker slowly, carefully, descended the steep steps down into the
Doll Shoppe again, dressed in her costume this time. She had heard
the canon signal the start of the show, so she bustled out into the
shoppe to get the rubbermaid boxes out of sight, but they were
already put away. The music was playing and the shoppe was swept and
the sunlight was filtering in through the stained glass windows- but
where were all the dolls?
dollmaker stood in one of the doorways to the Magick Doll Garden and
spotted Lady Nevermind out there beside the pond, her voluminous
dress under her like the great blue sea and 35 dolls in a semi-circle
around her, all facing in towards her and listening raptly to the story.
so, my friends, the moral of this tale is... never give clothes to a
pixie!" The Lady Nevermind finished her story
with a laugh and a flourish and a nod of her head.
was when the dollmaker heard the applause.
looked to her right, to the outside of the Doll Garden border, to
the sidewalk, where about fifty people stood, facing the storyteller,
adults and children alike, all applauding.
dollmaker couldn't be sure, but she thought maybe she heard some
doll applause in there too.
Wee Peeple Shoppe #145
Texas Renaissance Festival
going on now...
four more weekends....
are going to be open on
FRIDay AFter Thanksgiving!
this day is known as the
Shopping Day of the Year"...need we say more?)
Shopping is ALREADy Underway!
Going On in
Wee Peeple Doll Shoppe
the Texas Renaissance Festival...
Holidaze, of course, starting with Halloween.
started out ordinarily enough- kind of controlled, friendly and cute...
BUT THEN- the closer we got to Halloween,
more they took on a
and reckless WACKINESS!
it's true that most anyone COULD
their hair to fly out in a dozen different directions...
trick is: to get it to STAY THERE!
NEW wITCHES HAVE this great hair which sets
STANDARD for a fresh new WACKINESS
WACKINESS which has proven to be contagious...
LONG, it wasn't just witches anymore...
OF other dolls INSISTED
they were also entitled to BE DESCRIBED AS: WACKY!!!!!!!!!!
(passion won out over reason again-
NEW TAGS were MADE...)
Right NOW there are more
Open-armed Dolls in the Shoppe than ever before!
Dolls Go Berserk
Arms in that Upward, Outward, Open, Thanksgiving gesture-
Embracing, Warm and...
just look at the explosive floofs on their heads!
more wackiness at the
accessories for your dolls at home who want to be witches for Halloween)
all hats and cauldrons are now ON SALE!
aFTER-hALLOWEEN CLEARANCE SALE is ON!!!)
Witch Hats and Fancy Cauldrons were $6- now $4 each.
HALLOWEEN DOLLS ON SALE NOW TOO!
you were around ten years ago you might remember a small child
standing outside the Wee Peeple Doll Shoppe holding a basket full of
her own handmade clothespin dolls. The dolls were all Angels and the
child was nine years old. That was my daughter, Shannon, selling her
own line of dolls which she made, herself..
now... THE CLOTHESPIN ANGELS ARE BACK!
and guess who is making them!!!!
now age 19, has returned to delight us once again with her adorable
son-in-law, Joel is also helping again this season. Remember, he
helped out with the driving during Scarborough Faire...
season he and Shannon are learning how to decorate the dolls.
added yarns and leaves to this Greenman Doll.
the Lavishly Wearable BeadHead Dolls
Shannon and Joel started working for Wee Peeple Doll Constructions,
Shannon has also become very good at making the lavishly wearable and
increasingly popular BeadHead Dolls! Of course, the Lady Kandra
always draws and paints the faces on every last wee doll sold in her shoppe.
Thanks to Shannon and Joel for all their help this season so far!
helping out at TRF this year, as she has done for the last ten years:
Peeple Shoppe Manager
have to listen closely because she kind of mutters, but M'Lady Jeri
is constantly offering amusing bits of insight into what the dolls
are thinking!!! LOL! She's a great salesgal, a funny person and
always knows the weather forcast for the weekend. Shes a true blessing!
who looks very fine in tights
William of Norman
known as "Bill")
was Bill's very first Renaissance Festival
he has been "On Board" for the whole thing,
in every way and being a strong support person.
Day, Lords and Ladies
you at the Faire!
Texas Renaissance Festival
FESTIVAL DISCOUNT COUPON
COUPON GOOD FOR 10% OFF ON ANY DOLL
IN THE WEE
FOR DOLLS ONLY- NOT FOR WEARABLE ART OR OTHER ACCESSORIES)
during the 2007 Texas Renaissance Festival season only
October 6th- November 25th, 2007