Another dementist

Do you remember Dr. Maselarovic? Well, today I have the extremely painful pleasure of presenting to you his illustrious colleague, Dr. Fluorian Maxilarian. Armenian by birth, he too seized the rare chance of being able to study at the university of Tirgu Mures, which she graduated with high grades and low spirits.

Vi-l amintiti pe domnul Dr. Maselarovic? Ei bine, azi am foarte dureroasa placere de a vi-l prezenta pe ilustrul sau coleg, Dr. Fluorian Maximilian. Armean la origine, nici el nu a ratat oportunitatea rara de a studia la unversitatea din Tirgu Mures, pe care a absolvit-o cu note mari si  veselie putina.

He now lives in Bucharest, together with his wife, well-known surrealist painter Gyngivita Maxilarian.

In prezent locuieste in Bucuresti impreuna cu sotia sa, binecunoscuta pictorita suprarealista Pulpita Maxilarian.

It would seem that the dental profession is extremely stressful, as Dr. Maxilarian has an equally serious hair deficiency in common with his above-mentioned colleague. However, apart from being follicularly challenged, Dr. Maxilarian is in excellent health and greatly enjoys cracking jokes and following them with his characteristic evil chuckle.

Se pare ca profesia de stomatolog este extrem de stresanta, deoarece Dr. Maxilarian are acelasi deficit de par in comun cu colegul sau mai sus mentionat. Totusi, in ciuda disabilitatilor foliculare, Dr. Maxilarian se bucura de o sanatate excelenta, avand deosebita placere de a face glume si de a le urma cu ranjetul lui malefic caracteristic.

He has but one source of unhappiness in his life: he can't for the life of him figure out why every child who enters his practice starts crying uncontrollably.

Nu are decat o singura sursa de nefericire in viata: nu poate cu niciun chip sa-si dea seama de ce fiecare copil care ii intra in cabinet izbucneste in hohote necontrolabile.

Daca n-ai buline la casa, sa-ti...faci!

Last week I received an order as unexpected as it was challenging: a doll inspired from Tim Burton's Alice; she had to be goth-ish but cheerful, and polka dots were a must have.
Am primit saptamana trecuta o comanda pe cat de neasteptata, pe atat de interesanta: o papusa inspirata din Alice in tara minunilor (varianta Tim Burton), care sa fie gotica dar vesela, si sa aiba musai buline.

I found this pic of Alice on the net.
Am gasit pe net poza asta cu Alice.

The dress seemed easy enough, but a quick glance on my fabric shelves (and bags and drawers and under the bed) revealed that I undoubtedly did not have a suitable blue fabric. Much less with the right polka dots. So off I went looking for light-blue-with-polka-dots. After a long walk through all the shops I knew, I found the right shade of blue, but plain. So I returned home, resigned to the fact that I would have to make my own polka dots. Which I did for an entire evening: one by one, a hectare of painted dots.

O scurta aruncare de privire pe rafturile cu materiale (si in pungi, si in sertare, si sub pat) a revelat fara indoiala faptul ca nu aveam materialul albastru potrivit. Cu atat mai putin bulinele potrivite. Asa ca am purces in cautare de material albastru deschis cu buline. Am umblat tot orasu' si pana la urma am gasit nuanta potrivita, dar fara buline. M-am intors acasa resemnata cu gandul ca tre sa-mi fac propriile buline. Si o seara intreaga asta am facut: una cate una, buline pe un hectar de albastru.

I think I'm ready to start engraving grains of rice now! :D
Once the fabric was dotty enough, the rest came easily: a little black lace, a little embroidery, a big bow, an innocent look and there was Alice:

Cred ca de saptamana viitoare ma pot apuca de sculptura in bob de orez! :D
Odata materialul rezolvat, restul a venit de la sine: un pic de dantela, un pic de broderie, o funda mare, o privire inocenta, si iat-o pe Alice:

The dotty box in which she would travel to Bucuresti also contained the essential props: the little bottle and the slice of cake:
In cutia cu buline in care urma sa calatoreasca la Bucuresti am pus si recuzita esentiala: sticluta si prajitura:

A little owner is going to receive it today and hopefully love her to bits (but not literally!)

Inspirational crafting

My vibe seems to be returning, (very) slowly but surely. I still don't feel like starting to make any sort of doll, but I have not been completely idle! I made some little goodies for a faraway friend in need of some causes to smile.
Se pare ca-mi revine inspiratia, (foarte) incet dar sigur. Inca tot n-am chef sa ma apuc de orice fel de papusa, dar n-am stat chiar degeaba! Am facut niste chestiute pentru o prietena careia ii trebuiau niste motive sa zambeasca.

First, there was Monica (she looks like a Monica to me!) and her inspirational quotes:
Prima data a venit Monica (are fatza de Monica pt mine!) si citatele ei motivante:

Then there were the bat clothes pegs, a team effort meant to become a new-house present.
Apoi carligele pt haine in forma de lilieci (carligele, nu hainele), un efort de echipa menit a deveni cadou de casa noua.

They looked so good up there next to my dark cloud, that it was hard to put them int heir box and send them away.
Aratau asa de bine langa norisorul intunecat, ca mi-a fost greu sa-i pun in cutie si sa-i trimit.

They carried with them a brooch...
Au dus cu ei o brosa...
...and detailed instructions for their use.
...si instructiuni detaliate de folosire.
All of the above were carefully packed with tasteful colours...
Toate astea au fost ambalate frumos in culori pline de gust...
...and placed in the care of Mimi, who took it upon herself to transport them safely to their destination
...si date in grija lui Mimi, care si-a asumat sarcina de a le duce in siguranta pana la destinatie.
Standing about 8cm tall, Mimi is such a cutie! Too bad she has to be unique, otherwise I'd make her a few brothers and sisters and cousins.
La cei 8cm ai ei, Mimi e tare draguta! Pacat ca trebe sa ramana unica, altfel i-as face niste frati, surori, verisoari, verisoare...

And here's a little preview of the next project on the agenda. Coming soon!
Si iata si o avampremiera a urmatorului proiect de pe agenda. In curand pe ecrane! :)

New Gloth Doll

Let me present to you my newest acquaintance.
Sa va prezint ultima mea cunostinta.

Born and bred in a cold country of uncertain geographical location (Sadjikistan, some say; life must be pretty depressing there), the future doctor Maselarovic seized the opportunity to come and study dentistry at the prestigious university of Targu Mures, Romania.

Nascut si crescut intr-o tara rece cu locatie geografica incerta (Sadjikistan, spun unii; trebuie ca viata acolo e destul de deprimanta), viitorul doctor Maselarovic n-a ratat sansa de a veni sa studieze stomatologia la prestigioasa universitate din Targu Mures, Romania.

Which he did admirably. However, certain demons from his blurry past, coupled with the continuous struggle of trying to keep sane in a country like Romania, have caused an irreparable split in our friend's personality, as well as significant hair loss.

Ceea ce a facut in mod admirabil. Totusi, anumiti demoni din trecutul lui cetos, impreuna cu lupta continua de a nu innebuni traind intr-o tara ca Romania, au cauzat o ruptura ireparabila in personalitatea prietenului nostru, precum si o cadere semnificativa a parului.
A mental chasm so deep that it can only be reconciled on the nights when Nervan eats copious amounts of icecream, clutching his teddy bear and wearing his fluffy slippers.
Un abis mental atat de adanc incat cele doua parti nu pot fi reconciliate decat atunci cand Nervan mananca inghetata in cantitati industriale, tinandu-si la piept ursuletul si purtandu-si papucii pufosi.
The rest of the time, he's one of two things:
In restul timpului, el e una din doua:

The devoted dentist, gruesomely efficient, viciously determined to fight plaque, completely oblivious to his own troubles and especially to the pain of others...

Dentistul devotat, groaznic de eficient, fioros de hotarat sa lupte cu tartrul, complet surd la propriile dureri, si mai ales la durerile altora...

...or the die-hard supporter of Poli Timisoara, a wild beast dressed in purple, serving no other power than the holy soccer ball.
...sau suporterul infocat al Poli Timisoara, o fiara in mov, nesupus niciunei alte puteri in afara de sfanta minge de fotbal.

If you dare express a liking for another team...
Daca indraznesti sa te declari simpatizant al altei echipe...

or if you dare scream in his practice...
sau daca indraznesti sa tipi in cabinetul lui...

In other news today... Happy New Year!

At last

Finally, I can show you my latest custom orders, as their existence must no longer be kept secret. I found it funny how I received two totally different orders at the same time. It made me instantly think of this pic, which I had seen on the net before:

In sfarsit, pot sa va arat ultimele comenzi, de vreme ce existenta lor nu mai trebuie tainuita. M-a distrat ca am primit doua comenzi diametral opuse in acelasi timp. M-am gandit imediat la poza asta, pe care o mai vazusem pe net:

Now, don't imagine I mean any direspect to either of the perfectly adorable ladies below:
Acuma sa nu va inchipuiti vreo lipsa de respect din partea mea fatza de vreuna din doamnele complet adorabile de mai jos:
the innocent, frail-looking, mysterious gothchild...
inocenta, delicata, misterioasa copila gotica....
...and the happy-go-lucky rainbow lover
...si vesela iubitoare de curcubeie
I'm happy to have made two people happy today. Well, happier than her, that's for sure!
Ma bucur ca am facut doi oameni fericiti azi. Cu sigurantza ma bucur mai mult decat ea!

Green Eyed Monday

I know, I have been ignoring my blogs for a while. Partly because I haven't had anything interesting to say, partly because I wouldn't have had the time to say it anyway. I'll soon be able to show you what I've been working on; as soon as the happy recipients receive them.
Stiu, mi-am cam ignorat blogurile ceva vreme. In parte pt ca n-am avut nimic interesant de zis, in parte pt ca nici n-as fi avut timp s-o spun. O sa va arat in curand la ce lucram; imediat ce fericitii destinatari le primesc.

In the meantime, let me present to you another source of envy: Elizabeth and her beautiful jewellery. To be honest, it's the first time I've heard of tatting. I don't know how they're made, but her creations are absolutely beautiful.
Intre timp, hai sa va arat inca o sursa de invidie: Elizabeth si frumoasele ei bijuterii. E prima data cand aud de tatting si habar n-am cum se face, dar creatiile ei mi se par minunate.

To be in keeping with the serious solemn dark darkness of this blog, I'll show some of her more gothy pieces:
Ca sa ma aliniez intunecimii intunecate serioase si solemne a acestui blog, o sa va arat creatiile ei mai gotice:

And as if this wasn't enough, here's another reason to envy her! Look at the newest member of her family (this one's dark too):
Si parca asta nu era de ajuns, am inca un motiv s-o invidiez! Ia uitati-va la cel mai nou mebru al familiei ei (si asta-i intunecat):

Thanks to Smaranda for sharing the discovery of Elizabeth's blog.
Multumesc Smarandei pt ca a impartasit descoperirea.

Raphaella, the ragged angel

This is Raphaella. Poor thing, she's in such a state.

Aceasta este Raphaella. Saraca de ea, in ce hal e.
She's obviously an angel, but most people in Falushtain believe in no such things, and naturally assume she is just a common fairy. Oh, but she is so much more than that!
Evident, e un inger. Dar majoritatea oamenilor din Falushtain nu cred in asa ceva, asa ca presupun ca ea e doar o zana obisnuita. O, dar e cu mult mai mult decat atat!
She has no recollection of how she got to roam the streets of Falushtain, but it must have been a terrible event. However, it has been a long time since she first found herself here, and she has given up trying to convince people that what she says is true.
Nu-si aminteste cum a ajuns sa bantuie strazile Falushtainului, dar trebuie sa fi fost o intamplare groaznica. Totusi, a trecut mult timp de cand s-a trezit aici pentru prima data, si de atunci a renuntat sa mai incerce sa convinga oamenii de adevarul spuselor sale.
Deserted and misunderstood , she has taken to drinking absinthe. She has even been spotted smoking on occasions, and her language has been reported to be rather scandalous at times. Not that she would ever admit to that, she is an angel after all!
Parasita si neinteleasa, a inceput sa bea absint. A fost vazuta chiar fumand, si se spune ca limbajul ei e scandalos cateodata. Nu ca ar recunoaste asta vreodata, doar e un inger, nu?
Sometimes she catches mere glimpses of her past and her home world, but try as she might, she cannot figure out how to go back there, or even where "there" is. So she sits alone, lost in her yearning thoughts.
Uneori prinde cate o imagine din trecutul sau si din lumea ei de bastina, dar oricat ar incerca, nu-si poate da seama cum sa se intoarca acolo, sau macar unde e acel "acolo". Asa ca sta singura, pierduta in ganduri.
When she does socialise, she prefers the company of vampires, as they are the only ones who know what it's like to roam the world forever, immortal, tormented and misunderstood.
Cand totusi socializeaza, prefera compania vampirilor, pentru ca sunt singurii care inteleg ce inseamna sa mergi prin lume pentru totdeauna, nemuritor, chinuit si neinteles.
If only she had a friend, someone to believe her, she might recover her past whiteness...and maybe even dare to work a miracle or two!
Macar daca ar avea un prieten, cineva care s-o creada, poate si-ar recapata albeata de odinioara si poate ar indrazni chiar sa faca o minune-doua!

Noreen the mean is keen to demean

...or so the cuddlecreeps say. They always flee before her, some even crying. Poor cuddlecreeps have such sensitive natures, and Noreen is much too frank for their liking.

Noreen is a good girl really, apart from this big flaw she has. She tells the truth. All the time. Especially when she's not supposed to.
Noreen is all ribbons and polka dots and cuteness... until you get to talk to her.
By the way, you there. Yes, you, reading this. You look awful in that shirt, whatever were you thinking?! Oh, and you must do something about your hair...

*Later edit: due to popular demand, Eileen is now called Noreen. Apparently Eileen was too Seinfeld-esque and not fit for a goth girl. I obey the wish of those wiser than me ;)

Love stories of Falushtain

Many girls of Falushtain have lost sleep over the dreamy face of Emmet. His large sorrowful blue eyes and his soft, kindly attitude make him quite irresistible. Pale, brooding and utterly handsome, he sits in his favourite spot in the graveyard, running his hands through his disheveled hair as he pores over his verses.
Multe fete din Falushtain stau treze noaptea gandindu-se la fatza visatoare a lui Emmet. Ochii lui mari, albastri si tristi si atitudinea lui blanda il fac irezistibil. Palid, ganditor si teribil de frumos, el sta in locul lui preferat din cimitir, trecandu-si mainile prin parul dezordonat in timp ce mediteaza asupra propriilor versuri.

Emmet is well known in the community of Falushtain. As befits all poets, he drinks absinthe, eats barely anything, and has not laughed in the past 10 years.
But there is no hope for any girl of Falushtain but one. Emmet's heart belongs to Sylvia only, and every verse he writes is for her.
Emmet e binecunoscut in comunitatea din Falushtain. Dupa cum ii sade bine oricarui poet, el bea absint, nu mananca mai nimic si nu a ras deloc in ultimii 10 ani.
Dar nu exista speranta pentru nici o fata din Falushtain in afara de una. Inima lui Emmet apartine Sylviei, si fiecare vers pe care il scrie e pentru ea.

Here is one sample of the many expressions of his undying love:
Iata o mostra din multele expresii ale iubirii sale eterne:

Sylvia is the light of my day
With her I feel airy, like a souffle -
Without her, my heart hangs heavy and gray
And life is a giant bouquet of decay.

But Sylvia is as cold and relentless as Emmet is passionate. Sarcastic, sharp and oh so beautiful, she does have a soft spot for Emmet but would not admit it in a million years. Even if she annihilates Emmet's idealistic endeavours with her keen irony, she secretly looks after his wellbeing. Emmet would never have managed to get his poems published without Sylvia's intervention, and he would probably starve to death without her household help.
Dar Sylvia e pe atat de rece si neiertatoare pe cat este Emet de pasional. Sarcastica, taioasa si atat de frumoasa, ea are o slabiciune pentru Emmet, dar nu ar recunoaste asta niciodata. Chiar daca anihileaza cu ironia ei ascutita toate demersurile idealiste ale lui Emmet, se ingrijeste in secret de bunastarea lui. Emmet nu ar fi reusit sa-si publice poeziile fara interventia ei, si probabil ca ar muri de foame fara ajutorul casnic al Sylviei.
Everyone in Falushtain agrees they make an odd couple. But what's a bit of odd in a land where zombies are respectable teachers and two-headed creatures hold functions in the local administration?
Toata lumea in Falushtain e de acord ca sunt un cuplu ciudat. Dar ce-i un pic de ciudatzenie intr-un taram unde zombie sunt profesori respectabili, iar creaturi cu doua capete ocupa functii in administratia locala?

Sylvia and Emmet are for sale (hopefully together) in my online shop.
Sylvia si Emmet sunt de vanzare (sper ca impreuna) in magazinul meu virtual.