My wig for my Ball-jointed doll Kes (The Quarter Elf Princess Kes Eloïne of Eldarin) has arrived!
My friend Keta (Veronica) ordered it for me as a birthday/Christmas gift. I get it on the 23rd when I go and visit her!
That's one less thing I have to buy for Kes. I just have to save up for her and her glass eyes.

Once I get her I have to modify her ears to be slightly pointed (sanding with 40-grit or less) sandpaper 

The Janeway Mood Icons are from http://rightonicons.livejournal.com 

Pics of her wig (She's not getting the kitty ears)
 


My doll will be an ElfDoll Lydia

 My friend Céline LeCoeur died in August 2000 from Pulmonary Fibrosis (which had begun as a Minor case of Sarcoidosis.)she was 19 years old. She was engaged to be married and had a child, Lauren who had just turned a year old shortly before. And she was pregnant again. She said beforeheand that she was bigger than her stage so she was suspecting it was twins... the ironic thing is shortly after her death I talked to her sister Claudia and found out she'd been pregnant with twins...
 I know it's been seven years but when she died it took me a long time to even accept it. I was in denial for the longest time. The awareness adoptable brought everything back

Refuse to Dance Pulmonary Fibrosis Awareness Pony.She was done as a tribute to the song by
Celine Dion and Charlie Dore and Alan Rickman
Charlie wrote the song for The Colour of My Love and Recorded her own version in 2005 with Alan Rickman speaking within.

She has now become a Memorial pony for my friend because she loved the music of Celine Dion

My friend Céline's mass letter she sent to the All the way/The Heart of Celine Club members. Besides being a member myself I had known her personally and had been talking to her for a long time. Excuse her typos, her first language was French.

Bonjour tout le monde,

This is quite a hard letter for me to write especially after the
positive news I just sent to you but it will be a hard one to read
too. But you really have to hear me and hear me well.

I know it seems I am bringing you on an emotional roller-coaster
telling you one thing that changes almost immedietely. That was the
same case for me. I have already recieved some letters sending
me "glad you're better". But today that is not the case. I have
been slammed back into the hospital with even worse pains and
difficulties. It seems one minute I am okay and then the very next I
am lying in a hospital bed hanged by a respirator. It's funny how
life can be like that.

I was diagnosed with a minor lung disease called Sarcoidosis but that
developed into a major Interstitial Lung Disease called Pulmonary
Fibrosis. In most cases this disease takes care of itself but not in
my case. I have as you could say, "the worst-case scenario". As the
doctor has bluntly put it; the disease will slowly take my lungs and
my life.
Now, if that sounded scary...it is. BUT it is not ANYTHING
to freak out about! I am still happy and if I only have a few days
left, then let these days be full of family and happiness. I am okay
with this but you HAVE to be too. I believe that God has a plan and
if His plan is to take me back home soon, I will gladly go. In my
head I feel living forever would be the right thing to want...that is
my worldly conception. And my head fights to keep my heart pumping
blood, my eyes blinking and my smile working. But my heart is
contented and tired.

During this time of struggling, I've thought a lot. This, being
something I RARELY do, was full of GREAT things. I thought about my
life. I HAVE NEVER DONE THIS. Why? My life is REAL boring so I
thought that I would put myself to sleep. For 13 years, I realised,
Céline Dion has been my life (other than
food sleep, golf, shopping and of course guys...not!). Pretty great
life to have lived if you ask me. Through her I've had my share of:
music for the heart, body and soul: fun: magic: laughs and cries: and
many amazing friends bound together by one similarity: the same role-
model and hero. A girl couldn't ask for too much more except for a
date every once and a while.

I also have had a LOT of love in my 19 years. From family to friends, to my fiance (BTW LeCoeur is my fiance's name!) And of course you all know Lauren, my dear little girl. She's my heart and I'm sure that she will be taken care of.

But anyway, I DO have a point. But WARNING!!!!! Please do not worry
or make anything of this.
I don't know how much life I have left in me. My last letter said
otherwise but I've taken ANOTHER turn for the worst. I don't feel
like I am living at all. This is no life to live. The doctor told me
something that would make me happy but to my parents he told a
different story. This is why I call this illness a roller-coaster.
And now, I have forced you onto the UP-AND-DOWN ride. I feel I
should have kept quiet. All I ask now of you is for prayers for my
family. You guys are so good with that. I know you guys are real supportive
but I don't want you to waste your thoughts on me. It should be a
happy time and I am happy.Celine Dion is having a baby, so there will not be a life missed. Stay positive and forget me. That's the best thing for all of you to do.

But I will introduce you to two of my best friends and siblings.Two more that you haven't met.Their names are Veronique and Claudia and they'll be real good friends. Both of them are younger than I am and, well, quiet unlike me.
Claudia is sixteen and lives with the family here in Montrealand she looks like me...which is scary, very, very scary. And she's been a fan of Céline Dion since 1993. What took her so long??? Veronique is seventeen and lives with the family in MTL, and also a fan of Céline's since 1993.She doesn't look much like me because she has brown hair and a bit taller than the rest of us.If you would like to contact her, and she gives me permission to tell you this, her email is veronique @ celineclub.com and her ICQ number is 84198171.

Now I hope I haven't freaked you out. I don't really know how to say
what I want to say other than I GIVE UP! I just thought that maybe I
would say my last goodbye and remind you of a few of my favorite
quotes that seem to fit:
"Fly, Fly. Do not fear. Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear.
Your heart is pure, your soul is free. BE ON YOUR WAY DON'T WAIT FOR
ME." --FLY--
"I believe that the heart does go on..." --My Heart Will Go On--
And my absolute favorite: "I'll love until love wears me away. I'l
die and I know my love will stay. And I know that love, my love will
stay." --LIVE--
Stay strong my friends, Céline LeCoeur

Kes' Concept Pic:
 

Name:  Princess Kes Eloïne of Eldarin

Mold: Luts CP Soony Elf Mod (or Elf Doll Lydia Elf Mod if Luts doesn't end up getting Paypal back by next year)

Age: 16

Height: 5'10

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Black

Race: Quarter Elf (daughter of a Half Elf and a Human)

Likes: Cats and kittens, her little sister Kat (Kathryn Isolt), Kat's little kitten Isotta, her baby pet dragon Legend(beanie baby), flowers, family, animals,friends...

Dislikes:Bugs,perverted people, liars, mean/rude people, being called Kessy by me( her guardian in the Human Realm) and Kat:XD:

Backstory:

Kes is the Elder daughter of Queen Isolt Celine, Half Elven, and the human Prince Consort Matthias. She is sixteen and the age to be recognized as Heir to the Throne of the Elven land Eldarin. Kat is only five and doesn't understand everything yet. Kes has inherited the land through her Elven bloodline. Her mother would prefer both she and Kat marry Elves to strengthen the bloodline but it is not critical. Both Kat and Kes can marry whoever they wish.
Kat has human ears right now or what appear to be human ears because the Elven ears start to become more pronounced when she is older. She has inherited her mothers hair and eye color. Kes has inherited the hair color of her father but the eye color of her mother.
(I was going to say Kat inherited her father's ears but this sounded better :XD:)

Kat's Picture:


Name: Princess Kathryn Isolt of Eldarin

Mold:  Non- BJD (Ball Jointed Doll)

Age:  5

Height: 2 feet

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Auburn

Race: Quarter Elf

Likes: Cats and kittens, her big sister Kes, her kitten Isotta,flowers, family, animals,friends...

Dislikes: Bugs,perverted people, liars, mean/rude people

Backstory: See Kes' bio

Love that movie  and love the song
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One-Winged Angel (Sephiroth's Theme)

Latin and English Lyrics

Father and Daughter


Let's Dance


Tempting


Kathryn's Toy

Going Somewhere?


Annual Physical

Hickey

Chakotay's Hand

Coffee Pleasures


Wishful Thinking

Gotta love PSP and other programs!
Done in PSP after many tries
I finally used the Retouch tool, Smudge, soften, Lighten RGB

But first when I put the faces on ! flipped Janeway's head and applied Greyscale to both in Paint

So without Further Ado I present J/C and Baby

And Pregnant Janeway
I flipped the original photo, resized and superimposed Janeway's face on, softened the edges and used the Lighten RJB tool

Mothers

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick
toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."


Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.


This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.


For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.


This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.


This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers At football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their
cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.


This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.


This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.


This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."


This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie
Their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.


This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and
Their daughters to sink a jump shot.


This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.


This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.


This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't Find the words to reach them.


This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!


For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when
Their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.


For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, And the mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in Front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.


This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be
peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.


What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button On a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt
that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?


The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation... And mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all.
For all of us.
Hang in there.
In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them.
And pray.

I'm Cross-posting this from Zone of Zen the html isn't working for me right now
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http://www.denofangels.com/forums/showthread.php?t=107146
My doll is Kat. Mind you she is not a Ball-jointed doll but she is friends with Keta's Masumi.
My full name is Taya Rebecca and Keta calls me Taya, Rebecca, or Becka.