Cleanliness is paramount in the Queen’s books. Civic pride is non-negotiable, the tower and town must always look beautiful. Filth, squalor and blatant disregard of one’s environment are grounds for instant deportation. Everything must be ship shape, orderly and straight, although one may be forgiven for a sporadic bout of dishevelment or disarray particularly on a gusty windy day, a lazy day, a downright dismay day or when one embarks on a wild woolly out ride through the woods on a Polish Frizzle hen or if one is in the midst of the throes of a creative spree which calls for mounds of scraps, piles of wool, tubs of paint and tubes of glues but other than that orderliness is the order of the day by order of the Queen and one may not stray too far off. There are a variety of enterprises and concerns dedicated to the joyful art of cleaning and preening. It's not that the dolls suffer the ill misfortunes of body odours, it's more to do with pesky dusts and grime and mess of wayward creative sprees. For the dolls are endlessly engaged in arts and crafts, baking and making and gardening window boxes, terrariums and miniature bonsaii. For public use, on the open air level of the roof top surrounded by dolly folly installations, there is the Wash House pavilion supervised by Faucetine and Eaubert of The Royal Clean Water Works and Crapaudine and Pughbert of The Royal Waste Water Works. Incidentally all waste waters are recycled into horticultural projects. The Wash House is primarily dedicated to the laundering of clothes. While it's true dolls don't have to wash their garments as regularly as humans as they're not as sweaty they still need to cleaned. Special airing and drying compartments have been strategically designed against the faces of the chimney stack as the Queen isn't very partial to having everyone's under wears and unmentionables flapping wildly about in public, not to the mention the aesthetic jumble of it all. So the drying of wearables is a thoroughly discrete affair! Then there is the Bath House pavilion monitored by Aquamarine and Loofabert. For the most part dolls simply dust themselves clean in their boudoirs and apartments, however if they feel so inclined they may attend the Bath House and stew in a luxurious long hot bubble bath. The more fragile skinned dolls tend to just lie in a mound of foam, rather than water as they don't want to cause further skin damage. There is an array of wonderful Victorian styled cast iron ball and claw bath tubs in differing doll sizes so one may select the most ergonomic.
Apart from the washing establishments dedicated to personal hygiene and hand washing there are also other commercial businesses committed to cleaning and preening, such as: ‘The Lawn and Laundry’ run by the Savon Sisters Launderine and Glycerine, ‘The Soapery and Topiary’ run by the Soapwort Brothers Sudsbert and Scrubbert and ‘Buds and Suds’ run by the wooden peg dolls called the Guerlaine Girls. Peggy Sue, Peggy Lou, Peggy Jean and Peggy May who are the littler wooden pegs while Peggy Lin is the biggest and bossiest one. As you can gather, personal primping and environmental pruning go hand in hand so nothing and no-one escapes a regular good grooming! The miniature box hedging, bonsai trees and topiaries are all kept immaculately neat and trim by the Imperial Sumo Silkworms. And then possibly the most groomed of all at the Court of Royal Doll Town are the poodles so The Royal Poodle Parlour run by Poudreline and Poodlebert is a continuous hubbub of burgeoning foam, billowing talcum clouds, spritzing scents and sonorous sentiments of squeaky clean pleasure.
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AND HE SAID:
"Truly I tell you,
You're NEVER too old to be young at heart
P l a g i a r i s m is
a plague D O N ' T
S P R E A D I T ! ! !
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