#hula hair Teresa

[kryptokat96]

I managed to save her 🩷

Her clothes were tore up and her hair was a complete rats nest. Took forever but was worth it.

[monrageo]

The Barbie movie just made so nostalgic for my old dolls, so I decided to draw one of my absolute favourite dolls I owned (still own) growing up - Hula Hair Teresa! And she has *gasp* FLAT FEET!

[smallerplaces]

My blue-haired ladies, in progress.

The middle girl, Uma from Disney Descendants, started a mini-trend of tan-to-dark-skinned articulated dolls with aqua hair. I found here at Minkler Cash Store in a baggie for $3. Her hair condition was so abysmal that after 10 hours of soaking in fabric softener, it still split and frizzed more with every effort to comb it. She thus now has shoulder-length hair and may eventually get a flock job if this hair won't hold up. She is also missing a hand, a common problem for pirates.

Oceanna from Mermaid High has been on my wish list since I saw Mermaid High at the now-defunct 99 Cents Only. She was a couple bucks at Priceless Treasures. She's had her hair washed and conditioned, but I may have to give her a trim on the ends -- which would have the advantage of making her hair a little less than floor length. I understand that kiddies like hair play, but this is wild.

Hula Hair Teresa was a weird find at Good Ol' Things in Coarsegold Historic Village. I immediately recognized Mattel's 1990s-style articulation! I particularly like the 1980 Teresa head sculpt, and it's really unusual to see Teresa with blue eyes. Since she fit the blue-hair theme, paying $20 seemed acceptable; and, in fact, she goes for about that much on eBay so I can live with it. She still needs her hair combed and conditioned.

The limits on this trend are that the doll must have knee articulation, must be tan or darker, must have aqua hair (not soft blue), must have a head no bigger than Oceanna's, and must be generally in line with Barbie-type civilization in size and proportions.

[barbiesince59]

Hula Hair - 1996

[queenofsquids]

Thrift store stuff I didn't get -- Hula Hair Teresa (?) no thanks!! I did one Hula Hair and don't need to ever again, dang fluffy too light nonsense

Very pretty Barbies if I collected Barbie. Which I don't! I don't!

And I did buy this $4.99 huge bag of utter nonsense purely for the Distraction. Had a little bit of potential, but mostly I could see there were not matches for the 18" doll shoes so I didn't have much hope. Looks like the sorters got tired and dumped the bottom of the bin into one rubbish bag together.

Here we are all spread out!

These are my favorite things, Malibu tank top and a big jar to go in the Sweet Shop (needs washed)

These are my LEAST favorite things, used earrings and Elf on the Shelf merch 🤢

[myemuisemo]

Oakhurst, CA

Dad wanted to drive to Oakhurst, which is south and uphill, at the junction of CA-49 and CA-41. Despite the gold mining theme, Oakhurst was started as a timber town, not a mining town (displacing the spot's role as a meeting place for disparate Native American tribes).

Dad's idea was to check out thrift stores because there are bajillions of them... and the urge so many of us Yelpers and GoogleMapsers had, circa 2020, to use our reviews to promote local business means that every hole in the wall with a rack of stained baby clothes has five-star gushing reviews. I don't have the heart to try to correct any of this.

Southgate Station, above, was the highlight of the Oakhurst part of the trip. It's a complex of little paint-peeling vintage-looking buildings that might actually be old or might be sheds bought at the local lumber yard circa 1984. Many places in the west and southwest have this kind of gift-shop complex. They function not so much because the inventory is world-shakingly fantastic, but because the experience of wandering from building to building, in a wabi-sabi, non-slick atmosphere, creates delight.

Back in one corner is the mining-themed stall. This is how you know you're in the Sierra Nevada foothills: you will be given an opportunity to pan for gold and to buy gold-panning-themed accessories. Since I grew up in California, I fulfilled my gold-panning requirement on schedule in fourth grade, up at Columbia State Park.

I somehow forgot to take photos of the similar complex in Coarsegold Historic Village, where the antique store that's going out of business yielded a 1997 Hula Hair Teresa doll (more articulated than the typical 1990s Barbie, and a rare Teresa head mold with a blue-eyed face-up). She will appear on my doll blog later today, when there's enough natural light to click a pic of my three thrift-store beauties who have tanned-to-dark skin and blue hair.

[art-zoratrix]

Hula Hair Barbie, Teresa and Asha

[stitchandani]

What did Lilo and Mertle’s college dorm look like and how did Lilo and her friends react to exam results in a funny headcanon?

Doverstar

I’ve answered the first question before, but let me see if I can give the bite-sized version; it changes styles and looks over the 4 years the girls live there -

Mertle and Lilo’s dorm had polished brown wooden walls and flooring, two twin beds instead of bunk beds (like a hotel room, actually; Honolulu U. is fancy and Mertle would never have accepted bunk beds anyway), a side table each. One desk by the single window, a small bathroom, and the carpet is sage green, patterned with dark green palm fronds! Lilo had a carved wooden Elvis lamp Stitch made her on her bedside table, and her side of the room is way messier than Mertle’s. Tons of pictures of the CHGH and her family all over the wall above her bed, of course, as well as photos of tourists in their unnatural habitat. Lilo had her own custom-made galactic laptop, like Jumba’s, but orange. Mertle’s side of the room was usually all matching colors and very neat, with a shelf of hula trophies and the latest magazines stacked on the desk. Lilo’s side had old note sheets crumpled everywhere, all colors of the rainbow decorating it, and her Earth Ambassador badge was pinned to the headboard of her bed.

As for exam results, it’s not really grounds for humor, but I’ll tell you about it if you want! Teresa is the most studious of the bunch, so she’s never freaking out regardless of grades. She usually gets positive feedback, unless she’s had a bad hair day, and those are the days her exams take a hit. Elena bakes treats if she gets a good result, and every time she gets a bad result she goes and cleans and reorganizes her dorm room like an insane person, giving her plenty of time to vent any frustrations. Teresa hates that (they’re roommates). Yuki doesn’t go to the same college, but she’s by far the worst student among them - that’s okay, though, because she’s great at hockey and other athletics and that’s what she’s in school for anyway. Victoria is the coolest head of the group, and she’s very mid when it comes to studying or reacting to grades. She’s very mature about it - she does her best and if she doesn’t get great results, she chalks it up to her own flaws and resolves to improve next time (but she’s much more focused on her music and creative endeavors than any exams coming up). Mertle is the queen of panicking - and the queen of bragging if she succeeds! She’s the biggest headache over exams. Zeke gets really good grades if he remembers to study and if he remembers to show up. He’s not quite as mature as his gal pals in that respect, but he’s great musically, and like Yuki with sports, that’s where his goals lie really.

Lilo is a bad student. Lilo is a horrible student. Lilo chews her pens and comes at exam questions at baffling angles that make professors re-read her answers a dozen times and scratch their heads. Lilo is late to every test. Lilo tries really hard to do well at exams, but she’s got a lot on her plate between the will-they-won’t-they going on with herself and Zeke, Mertle’s daily freakouts, trying to keep up with whatever Stitch is doing in the BRB 9,000, and any responsibilities being the Ambassador for Earth has.

[theinsanecrayonbox]

I have returned from hunting with spoils!

A Diva faced Midge, Hula Hair Teresa, and Generation Girl Tori were bought from a nice lady who was all “my daughter is 32 she doesn’t really need these anymore” and my mother was “heh this one’s 35 and she’s getting them” and we all had a laugh as I pointed out I restore dolls, so she knew they would still be loved

But the weird and coolest find I got is a Jack Slater action figure. I had no idea Last Action Hero had tie-in merch aside from the CD OST and BK cup I already own. How weird and random and his slapping action just makes it weirder and cooler

So yeah I’d say it was a successful day of walking outside for a couple hours XD

[thelivesofourdolls]

Happy pridemonth!

[imreadydollparts]

Ok, I was asked how I fix bangs on these 80′s\90′s Barbies and full disclosure:  I have no idea. Ok a sort of idea, but I do NOT know how to make them look good.

Styling isn’t my thing. I’m terrible at it. My focus is hair texture.

Anyway, this Hula Hair Teresa arrived in the mail today.

I always wanted Hula Hair Teresa and overpayed for the lot she was in to get her.

She has crazy bangs. I’ll come back to that.

Brush out took a while, and she’s unfortunately missing a bunch of blue hair from the back of her hairline. It’ll be hidden, and she’s going in my personal collection, so it’s ok.

All this broken hair came out during detangling.

Back to her crazy bangs.

Uhm.....

Thatched bangs are the kind that are easy to remove. You unthatch them and then carefully snip away the bangs only. After that, take a toothpick and tuck the cut ends down into the head. Done.

Ends up like this.

But, on the rare occasion I leave them, if I don’t boil them down flat to her forehead and trim them, this is what I do:

Get a plastic drinking straw and cut two bits. Take one of them and cut it down the length.

Smooth the bangs over the uncut straw.

Snap the cut straw over top. The hair will probably stick out weird at the ends.

Rotate the straws until the ends are completely inside the cut straw.

Then heat set, and hope that it doesn’t get misaligned nor create a weird ridge.

Teresa’s did both. It still looks better.

I’m afraid I don’t have any better advice on this. Like I said, styling isn’t my thing in the least.

[lady-stormwind]

Tropical beach

Hula Hair Teresa and Barbie

[firespirited]

Hi doll folks, I’m attempting to map Hula Hair barbie/christie/teresa’s rooting pattern from photos: can anyone who’s got her in hand tell me how far off this is and if there’s a parting?

[barbiechick]

Hula Hair Teresa, 1996 🏝🏖🌞🌈💜💙💖

Her fringe is a bit messy, but otherwise I'm in love with this girl ❤❤❤

[hunty627]

Wow. Stitch is being groomed by Teresa, Yuki and Elena. I bet I’d enjoy it if the hula girls fixed my hair.

[stitchandani]

Story:

Lilo's College Days That Defining Moment The story of the moment Lilo and Mertle stopped being enemies and started, super slowly, being friends as teenagers. Written by Doverstar. Read below

16-year-old Mertle Edmonds didn’t go barefoot anywhere unless she was in her room. Especially not when every single pair of her sandals was a designer brand. Unfortunately, tonight she had to make an exception. It was a performance celebrating the 50th anniversary of her hula school. Being only two years from graduation, Moses, their Kumu, had decided to allow his oldest students to star in a special dance they’d all worked together to create. It was always easy working with Yuki, Teresa, and Elena. It was even easy working with Victoria. Mostly. But Lilo…Lilo Pelekai always had the worst ideas—the weirdest ideas. She was always trying to stink up the show, steal the spotlight. Luckily Moses didn’t approve half of her plans during the brainstorming, and the dance had come out okay. In fact, Mertle had shone out more than she usually did tonight. She did her part perfectly—the swing of her hips, the smoothness in her steps, the waft of both arms. Not a single slip-up, and not a curly hair came out of her ponytail. And of course, doing hula required she go barefoot. That made total sense. What was really not like her was running through the muddy trail down to the beach without shoes on. She didn’t intend to. She just had to get out of that building. Her mother had been there to congratulate her after the performance, as always. Moms gushed a lot, but at least Mertle could always say—with confidence—that  her mom wasn’t doing it just because she was her mom. It was because, obviously, Mertle deserved every bit of the praise she received. When Mertle had gone to change into her green tank top and blue cutoff jeans, after the audience had all but left, she took her sweet time. It was even better that she got to the only bathroom right before Lilo had, so she got to see the sweet flash of irritation in those too-close-together brown eyes. Even that blue thing, Stitch, looked vexed. (Mertle had been telling herself for years that she didn’t know exactly what Stitch was, even if certain events during her childhood proved otherwise. Events and a talking dog who was probably asleep in her bedroom right now.) If Victoria hadn’t gone home so quickly after the show, she probably would’ve been annoyed for her creep friend too.  Some nights just went too perfectly. Upon emerging from the bathroom, the redhead found that everyone was staring at her. As well they should—she looked great. But it was a different kind of staring. There was something really concerning in the way Teresa was practically biting her lip off and the way Moses seemed to be struggling to say something. “What?” Mertle tossed her ponytail, hands on her hips. “What did I miss?” Her mother, eyes strangely puffy, pushed past Moses to put her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. Mrs. Edmonds’ glasses looked foggy. “Mertle…sweetheart…” Was she getting all choked up? Why? Mertle’s eyes cut to Elena and Yuki and back to her mom. How embarrassing. Whatever it was, couldn’t it wait till they got out of the hālau first? Nobody liked a blubberer. Totally unprofessional. Her mom had always been just a little overemotional with, well, basically everything, and it got old fast. “Mom, everybody’s looking! What—” “It’s—Carl. It’s your daddy, Mertle.” Words blurred after that. Something about a phone call, something about missing the show tonight, something about “driving under the influence”. Mertle heard it. She just didn’t register what exactly had happened in the last twenty minutes. Her daddy couldn’t be gone. There was no way. He was rich; he owned a store, a resort, three convertibles. He was too important to be dead. As Mertle looked around, past her hysterical mother and at the remaining faces in the room, all she could hear was her own heartbeat. Everyone was still watching her, why were they watching her? She didn’t want to be watched. She didn’t want all the attention now. Not now. Couldn’t they take a hint? Wasn’t this one of those times where everybody was supposed to go away? Or just not be here? She hated the way they were gawking at her. Her daddy was

gone. What did that mean? Mertle felt it slowly sinking in further and further. Carl was dead. He died just moments ago. He was here then and now he wasn’t. Her face tingled. She knew she was about to cry, and she totally hated people seeing her cry. Didn’t cry often. She wanted her mom to give her one of those too-tight, really unnecessary, unwanted hugs, but everyone seemed frozen. Even Mrs. Edmonds. In that split second, Mertle looked at Teresa. Teresa looked away. Then Elena. She fiddled with her hair and glanced at the wall. Yuki met her gaze, just for a moment, and then she started fidgeting in her hula skirt, eyes downcast. The only person who stared right back at her was Lilo. Lilo was unashamedly waiting for Mertle to look at her, and the sympathy there, sympathy that was so clearly genuine, was almost enough to make teenage Edmonds gag. Without another word, she pushed past her mom, Moses, her classmates, and bolted out the open door into the warm night air. So there she was, barefoot, running through the slightly-damp path through the tropical woods to…she didn’t know where. Maybe the beach? Not home, no thank you. Mertle wanted to be alone, where those morons in the halau couldn’t find her and stand around being useless again. She didn’t know what she’d wanted them to do. Something, hello! Funny; she always knew what she wanted. Well, she knew what she did not want. What she didn’t want was...basically everything they’d just done. A whole lot of nothing. Nothing. That was what they were, after all, right? All of them. They were nothing. Not as important as she was. Not as talented, not as pretty. What had she expected? A posse wasn’t supposed to be a hug or a kind word.  They’d never mattered that much in her world before. Except when she needed someone to yell at or to agree with her. So why did their actions back there matter now? She was out of breath already. Really needed more exercise. Wasn’t a dazzling hula career enough? Okay, maybe not a dazzling career, not yet. But someday. And practicing for it was clearly wearing her poor, hard-working body thin. She paused, hands on her knees, gasping for breath. She must be tired from the incredible show she’d just put on. That was it. Not out of shape at all. No way, not her. Someday she would have a dazzling hula career; she’d be a sensation, and then… Dad won’t make it to any more of my shows. The thought crashed down on her like the waves she heard beating the surf off to her right, somewhere past the trees and the palmettos. The weight of what she had learned just moments ago was finally starting to make her ache, and Mertle slumped against the trunk of a palm tree. Tears ran down her nose, and she felt herself sliding down the trunk, hugging her knees as she crouched in the sand. Moonlight trickled through the branches and stars twinkled in the clear sky. Mertle didn’t spend a bunch of time outside, unless it was a weekend. She might have enjoyed the night wind playing with her ponytail. If her daddy wasn’t dead. He used to visit. When she was little. When she was 5, 8, even once when she was 10. He’d bring her expensive gifts from his store in Honolulu. She wore a bangle he’d given her now, right above the old charm bracelet on her wrist. It said Daddy’s Little Princess in letters that used to be hot pink. She had been young enough then that being a Princess seemed an achievable goal. Here in the present, it was for luck. Or maybe to remind herself he existed. Because until today, she hadn’t heard from him in three long, disappointing years. Hadn’t seen him in five. Why was he gone? She needed him! Without Carl in the world, she felt…it was like she wasn’t special anymore. Like she wasn’t important, like she wasn’t a star. Her daddy, when he had bothered to show up or call or write or send her presents, had managed every time to make her feel like she was somebody. She believed it, too, to this very night, because he told her so often when they were together. He told her how amazing she was, and how lucky, because she had him for a father,

and he could give her anything. Not to mention a mother whose job gave them whatever they didn’t already have. Now there was nobody to remind her how incredible she was. How incredible she just had to be. She would start to think it was all a lie, and she was just as ordinary and witless as any of those girls in that stupid school. Because the one person in the world who believed it as much as Mertle had was on the side of a road somewhere, never to open his eyes again. “It’s not fair,” Mertle sobbed. “It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair.” She jumped when she heard someone behind her. “Mertle?” Mertle thumbed the moisture out from underneath her glasses. “Go away.” “I know how—” “I said go away, Weirdlo!” Lilo was quiet as she slipped her yellow duffel bag off her shoulder, letting it drop in the sand, kneeling beside the redhead. She was in khaki shorts and a red top. Must’ve changed while Mertle had been running. It looked hideous on her. “I know how you feel,” Lilo said almost neutrally, going on as if Mertle hadn’t snapped at her. Mertle refused to turn and look at her. She so did not need this, not right now, not from…it. “You? Puh-leeze. Don’t make me laugh.” “I do,” Lilo insisted. “You’re probaby really confused.” She crossed her legs to get more comfortable. “And scared.” Her voice got lower and she looked at the hands in her lap. “And lost.” Mertle rolled her eyes, but that made hot tears spill faster down her cheeks and she rubbed them off angrily, worried her makeup would smear. “What do you know?” “I know you’re really gonna miss him. You talk about him a lot.” “Yeah, right.” Mertle scoffed, almost laughing for real then. “He wasn’t even a good dad! He was never here. Why should I care?” “But he was still your Ohana, right? I mean...he was still your dad.” Mertle was quiet for a second, contemplating that. Yeah, he was still her dad. But even so, what kind of dad up and leaves for the big city when you’re 2? Or stays away for years at a time, just so he can expand some dumb store? But he’d still come by every once in a while. He’d take her out to get some of Luki’s shave ice. He’d watch her surf. He’d even taken her to get her ears pierced. And when she picked out her first pair of earrings and held them up to him, two little diamonds, he told her they were dull compared to… Mertle felt her chest heave again and she turned her body further away from Lilo, to shield the mess she was obviously becoming. Worthless. She was worthless now, because she did have him to tell her otherwise. Stupid man. Why had he done this to her? What was he thinking? Had he been thinking of her as he died? Had he been scared? He’d been all alone. Lilo put her hand on Mertle’s shoulder, and the bespectacled puddle finally craned her head around to glance at her. “Why are you doing this?” Mertle demanded, sniffling, voice harder than she thought it would be. Lilo didn’t retract her hand. “I lost my dad, too,” she reminded the girl. “I know what it’s like right after….” She didn’t finish that part. Closing her eyes as if going back in time for a moment, Lilo sighed very softly, and Mertle thought she’d never heard someone sound so tired. Then Lilo opened her eyes and caught Mertle’s gaze again. “Anyway. I didn’t want you to be by yourself.” She managed a smile. “Nobody gets left behind.” Mertle gawked at her. She’d gawked at Lilo Pelekai plenty of times, dozens, hundreds. All the time they’d known each other, Mertle looked down her nose at Lilo. She’d sneered and called her names for over ten years. When they were children, the Edmonds child’s sole purpose in life had been to make her rival miserable, because if someone else could be miserable, Mertle wouldn’t have to be. This too-creative, too-nice, too-weird native teen was a freak. An oddball, a dork, a loser, a total irritant. The fly at Mertle’s lifelong picnic. Lilo was gross, loud, pathetic, had terrible taste in fashion… And she was the only one who’d stayed. Yuki, Teresa, Elena, they’d all looked away. But Lilo...Lilo had stared back, because

something of merit was happening to Mertle, something that mattered. She’d run after the girl who had tried to drag her down with every breath she’d taken since they were five years old. She acted like Mertle was important. Like Mertle wasn't worthless. Like she cared. Like they were friends. And slowly, through her tears, Mertle smiled back.