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Hi everyone.

I removed the Vita Plastica facebook page and created a new page that isn't a "friend" page, if you know what I mean.

So if you've friended me on Facebook, please go "like" the new "Vita Plastica" page. I promise I will fill it with pictures and stuff.

Maybe I'll post things that are too short for a blog post, like angry rants on why Mattel doesn't do this or that.

So here I am

Please come show me some love!



  1. Congrats on the page-making.Next time I log in to fb I'll do that (I do hate FB though!)

    One question though-- have you changed the coding or style or font on your blog? I used to be able to read yours with no problem--but now it's very faint and pretty hard on my eyes. (let me know if you want a screen-grab)

  2. Thanks Erica, I left you a message on you FB page too. I changed it a while back but I haven't since. I'll see if I can blacken it up. Check back and let me know how it looks.

  3. Hehe. I have a rule I don't log into FB more than once every week and a half. I tweet more than anything else.

    Blog looks about the same to me. I'm attaching a link to a screen grab.

    And congrats on getting your niece interested in 1:6! It's so much better to play with them as adults! :D

  4. Hmm, that is weird. I haven't made any changes other than adding the facebook thing on the side... I wanted to change it up anyway, so maybe I'll try a new font...

  5. Yea, I know blogger can be funny sometimes when you add widgets and code stuff, so maybe that's what it was caused by.

    It's obviously not a big deal for most folks reading your blog (btw I'm using Firefox as a browser) but it does make it hard for me to read (and want to spend any time on the blog) :S


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