Feather Baby Clothes

I developed a skin irritation on the side of my nose, and on my forehead and on my chest that looked a little bit like acne but it wasnt, it just showed up like scabs. Like it would get itchy, and i would itch it and then they would turn into little red spots and scabs.

People said that i am getting an allergie from the feathers in my down feather baby phat coat, cuz they keep coming out and they get on my clothes and stuff. I was wondering if its possible to get a rash or an allergy or irritation from feathers?

Otherwise, any ideas about what the irritation could be? I have been drinking tea and washing the areas every day, and they seem to be clearing up a little bit. Please help.

simple answer is yes you can develop allergy to feathers skin or lung ,shortness of breath like asthma have an allergy test done if possible and stop wearing coat

2007-03-10 16:35:00 by Bt Mk3 SUR3 yU DNt FAll iN lUv..

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The cover art has a lady with a hot pink mohawk, all black clothing, a feather earring and her head tilted to the side. The only thing I know is that she is a baby sitter who just shows up. And that the book is narrated from the middle child's, a girl, point of view.

Here Comes Heavenly by Todd Strasser

Heavenly Litebody is a purple-haired, pierced-and-tattooed nanny who appears, seemingly uninvited, at the home of a blended family of five children ranging in age from 2 to 16, whose antics have driven their previous caregivers packing. Heavenly may not look like Mary Poppins, but she employs a similar modus operandi and has her own brand of magic. Ten-year-old Robby admits to having placed an urgent ad with InstantNanny.com when their current nanny walked off the job while his parents are away on business, but he vehemently denies giving the access code for their security system to this Internet nanny. The children initially chafe under Heavenly's authoritarian regime, but, gradually, the imposition of order on their heretofore chaotic existence wins them over. Returning from their trip, the parents are surprised and appalled to find this apparition in their home and, over the objections of their children, are determined to replace her. Predictably, the new nanny mysteriously fails to arrive on the morning of her first day, the security system is once again on the fritz, and Heavenly is busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

2009-08-24 17:55:01 by Christine

Price: $36.95 $32.75

All bows are brand new of of high Ema Jane Grosgrain quality
Great for hair, hats, headbands (compare with "My Little Noggin"), mix and match with gerber daisy headbands
Set of 15 Bright 3.5" Grosgrain Ema Jane Boutique Quality hair bows with alligator clips (with no teeth to keep baby's head safe)
Colors are assortment of those shown in photo.
Set of 15 Matching Soft Boutique Quality Ema Jane Crochet Headbands, colors will match bows, or as shown in photo

My cat brought in the little one and the bite marks look a little harsh. I wasn't sure whether or not to put Neosporin (I checked online but there were mixed answers) but I put some on because I know that cat's have lot's of germs that could be lethal to the bird. I've been force feeding it soggy cat (cat food mixed with water then heated up a bit) food through a syringe. How much should it be eating and how often? Can I also feed it baby soy formula? I don't have a cage yet so I'm keeping the bird in a shoe box with a warm water bottle and soft clothes. Do young birds need to be handled and feel affection? Or is it best to leave it alone when I'm not feeding it? Also, do I need to clean the feathers? They look a little greasy but that's probably the stage of the feathers coming in, I'm guessing. Appreciate any help I can get. Thank you.
I do not live in the US, I'm in the caribbean (Dutch Antilles) so there are no legality issues.
Also, they don't really have wildlife care facilities. Only places for cats and dogs. So it's all me.

This bird will die quickly without medical attention. Cats have a lot of bacteria in their saliva and infection will set in quickly. Do you have any vets around that could start it on antibiotic treatment if you have not wildlife rehabilitators in your area. It is best not to let cats outdoors to injure and kill native wildlife, especially if you live in an area where there is no one to treat the wildlife! Here is an international link to wildlife rehabs but not sure they would have anything near you:
http://www.tc.umn.edu/~devo0028/contactI .htm

2009-03-31 12:11:34 by RileyPoo

Price: $9.99 $2.51

6-7 feet long
Gorgeous soft fluffy pink feathers
60 g

Read tell me what you think, please.?
It has been thought that everyday is different from another, what may have been seemingly the same setting. Has changed from the way the sun burned in the sky . Or the a little girl, wishes to be loved, but there was nobody around to help her through the quiet and lonesome night. In the cold , quiet night , she lie in a corner with her eyes, glowing anciently in the night.
She looked around at the fire infused from outside her window , she listened to the guys sitting around in a circle . At the drunk bastards , at twelve she was starting to understand, that she needed to escape. Before long, their flirting would hurt her, like the girls, she saw them bring over from the strange land. With their hands tied behind their backs, clothing barely covering the girls bodies . Every time they bring over these girls, she hides in a corner, somewhere dark. She watches how obediently , they force their bodies on the ground, underneath. While someone cuts in them, without any feeling. She didn't know what they were doing, what real caring, and compassion was, or meant. But in her heart she know, their had to be something more,than the way those girls got treated.
Looking around at her surroundings, in the chill of the night, she took the only light she had got. Some old lantern hanging on the door, that night she made up her mind to found somewhere , found a new safe heaven .
She snook into one of the mens room , went into the closet, to get one of their fur leather jackets. It was cold that night, she would more installation than her ragged dress, with bare feet, she need a good pair of decent boots. But she went around everywhere, all the chores, her master made her, she did in her bare feet, so that was her only option. With her slender brown hair her put up in her last deer skin, pony tail holder . Grabbing her slash, stole all the gold , where her masters hide it from intruders. They didn't think she knew where it was. Although, she had been anywhere, since she had been sold, didn't know altogether the importance of the gold. She had an idea, that it was important. When she saw, her masters exchanger it for yeast, and other tools , foods. Took enough meat to last her couple of days , planning to walk to the nearest town. It wouldn't be long till her masters came back in she would feel and hear the wind growing stronger, her master would came back in from the bonfire outside.
Standing tall, stronger, large over sized fur coat , she put on the hoodie around her head. Long brown bangs dangling in front of her brown eyes. She went out to find, and fight the night.

Her bare feet felt the first cold steps , with the cold ground beneath her. The air choking her deep breathes,from the cold harsh air . Getting further and further, with every lounge of a step she took deep into the unknown forest. The more she contemplated whether she should turned back, the woods surrounding her in the black of the night. She didn't whether she was heading deeper in the wilderness or closer to the outside. Though she just kept on going, holding the lantern way above her ahead to see ahead. The many shadows, from the trees bouncing from the wind ,making many haunting shapes on the ground. Up above the sky , the moon was covered within the storming clouds , you could see yellow highlights, just enough to give the night character, craziness with the wind blowing the lantern so carelessly.

The young girl, rambling through the lost night, something was following her in the back ground. Watching the powerful struggling through dooms way , watching the fear being conquered., hissssss, hiss , silently. Eyes , yellow shimmering , a tranced yellow, deep focused pupils. Sleek manicured body , curving perfectly in the branches and under bush of the magical forest. Lami-minou spying for supper through the forest , on his usual hunts came upon this girl from the caverns hunt. He kept a watch on the men , quite often because they were mischievous and vicious bunch of fellows, that shouldn't and none of the animals in the forest trusted. Though neither did they trust Lami-minou for good reason, his curiosity got to him. But here was this girl, late at night , rushing out, though she looked worried, frightened. He was curious because never seen the girl around, in all the hours of his spying.
Through the cold wind whiskered flow, furry bushy, mustache flowing fluffy as baby chicks feathers, of grey and white. Rounded head, wise mans , old grandpa , flair about him. Thick paws , silently pressing the ground beneath, flowing the trails .

Mind racing , eyes frozen , the air breathing, deathening , mind racing .Where should one go, in the middle of this lonesome night, What should one do? By the time, the clouds covered the moon, that guided her way. Standing still, everything seemed silent, her mind racing , though deary silence , silently without a answer. One thing was for sure she needed some rest , her feet ached in pain,instinctively she knew. Looking for some place , that seemed secure, looking back at the night sky , the clouds moving to shelter the moons light , once more. Found a stop between to might oak trees , gathered some branches together , took spark of light from her lantern helped to make a fire to keep it some heat . She took off her coat , put it on top of her , like a blanket to keep in some heat as well. Though it barely helped, her eyes slowly drifted off into deep sleep.

you need to be an author.....your ah-mazing! omg. i dont even know what to say.....

2007-11-20 18:32:48 by Moanika

Window Girl


Lisette

Gazing around at my unfamiliar surroundings, I softly set down my quartet of bags on the lustrous wood in my new bedroom. I was glad, in a way, that there was only my mother, my father, my younger siblings, Ada and Eli, and I in this seven-bedroomed mansion on the prestigious Maple Walk road, as it meant that we three siblings had rooms to ourselves.

I began to unpack my belongings. My mother was an avid shopper, and consequently I had three times the amount of clothes that the average fifteen year old girl requires. My brownish-blonde hair would simply hang straight in its chin-length bob, and I was at my happiest lazing around in comfy, worn pyjamas, or covering my slim frame with jogging bottoms and an elderly charcoal T-shirt. However, much to my disappointment, the only clothes I had in the suitcases before me were skimpy tops, skin-tight jeans, skirts which were more like belts, and pointy, high-heeled shoes. Heels? I can’t walk in heels – at all!

What my mother did not know was that I had smuggled in a certain amount of ‘comfort clothes’ – baggy trousers, old skirts, tatty trainers and big, furry boots. I could only wear these while my mother was out at work; it didn’t bother the ‘men’ of the household, or my sister, so much as to what I was wearing. I could only presume that they were too preoccupied - with rugby, or fishing, or jujitsu, or whatever other pointless sport they happened to attend together - to notice such an inconsequential thing such as my garments.

All the ridiculous clothes were carefully hung up inside the wardrobe – I was a bit of a neat freak – and my comfort clothes were hidden underneath the bed. I hoped they wouldn’t accumulate dust. Or spiders.

After an hour of unpacking my various possessions, including souvenirs and trinkets from my numerous holidays, my room was beginning to feel like my own. Favourite posters and cartoons supplemented the tasteful paintwork, and one entire wall – around the headboard of my double bed – was completely filled with pictures and birthday card cut-outs, certificates from school and things I’d made or drawn or created.

That’s my hobby. Scrapbooks, memory boards, collages, whatever you want to call it – I like making things to represent me. Who I am, what I do, what I want to be and have; they’re all up there, vying for attention. Though personally, I have to say that I like the photographs the best.

A shot of my best friend, Hazel, and I; arms round each other in an embrace, we smiled sweetly at the camera. A baby one of me, no clothes on, toothlessly grinning at an unseen relative. And a snap of me and all of my friends, dressed up to the nines, tears streaming down our faces like hot steam on a window. My leaving party. That photo had pride of place on the wall, surrounded by a border of bright card, gold stars and multicoloured feathers.

I had had once-in-a-lifetime friends there. I wondered if my lifetime would be so kind as to let me have them twice.

“Lissy?” Dazedly, I returned to my normal state of mind. Strolling down Memory Lane was sure to bring on the waterworks again, though I wasn’t sure how a body could hold as many tears as mine seemed to.

“Lissy?” the voice called again, Lissy being my mother’s nickname for me. Mum’s head appeared around my door, beaming. “Wow! You’ve certainly made this room your own!”

“Do you like it?” I enquired.

“Yes, it looks great. Now, just to let you know, I’m popping off to work. I might be some time – there are quite a few things I have to do…” Only an hour in our new home, and my mother is already back on her feet, working as a top medical practitioner at Thornet Hospital. That’s her new job, the whole reason why I had to desert my friends in Acombe. She earns about three hundred thousand pounds - £300,000! – in one year.

“That’s fine. I’ve got a load of things to do. I can always make dinner for me and the others in an hour or so…”

“I suppose…” Mum mumbled grudgingly. She knows that I cook better than she does; I’ve had more time to practice.

“Have a good time then. See you.” I leaned up to peck her on the cheek, though her crimson hair got in the way. “Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye!”

Honestly, my mother is a workaholic.

I moved onto my bed and lay down, revelling in the peace and quiet. Usually there would be Eli and Ada arguing about pointless, inconsequential trivia, or singing along to songs with our state-of-the-art music player, or even just the sixty-inch TV blaring merrily along in the background. But it was so quiet. It was like the walls had been soundproofed… actually, maybe they had been soundproofed. I’d have to check.

I sighed, leaning backwards on my plush bed. It didn’t seem, to me, like there was anything I could do. Obviously, I had no homework. My collage was finished. The surplus members of my family were otherwise occupied. And I had no friends to do anything with. My hopes were set on seeing Haze
sorry - it lopped a bit off!!!


.....Hazel twice a year at least, but, what with the five hundred mile distance, it wouldn’t be too easy.

I hoisted myself up, and wandered aimlessly towards the large window. The collection of mansions fronted onto a spacious, grassy square, though of course each house had its own humungous back garden. Across from me, I could see another window.

And another face peeking out of it.


Rosalinne

there is a strange girl in the window. I have not seen her before. my mummy says not to talk to strangers but I wonder if I can talk to her. she looks very nice. not that pretty though. my mummy is pretty. beautiful. that girl is new I think. I do not have many friends. only my mummy.

I wonder if me and that girl can be friends.

Hey! I think you're a pretty good writer! But, I don't think I'd post my work on Yahoo! Answers... but, I do know of a site that is having it's grand opening.

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I like your style.

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2009-06-08 10:19:42 by Sazzygal