My mom has always nurtured our creative flames. No matter how small, she fanned them to see if they’d stop simply smoking and maybe burst into flames! I’m sure I’ve forgotten some of the crafty ventures we tried. But I do remember playing with dolls and making doll clothes from a very early age. Mom encouraged that, giving me free reign over the sewing machine in the corner of her bedroom, and all the fabric from her stash I wanted, as long as I asked first.
Mom had a doll collection, and passed that along to me when she saw how much I loved dolls. I kept them on display in an antique curved, glass-front china cabinet, that I was lucky enough to have “stored” in my bedroom. Our house came with a “built-in” so this treasured piece of furniture found a permanent home with me as a child. It is in my dining room today!
I loved playing with the dolls. There are dolls from Canada, China, Southwest American Indian dolls & Kachina as well as antique china heads and new Madam Alexanders in my collection. My father, an Anthropologist, contributed some interesting dolls through the years. I think the funniest one was a cave-man. And there were more than a few Trolls. LOL
I progressed beyond doll clothes to making entire dolls in college. I think my first one was a self-portrait doll, that is quite humorous! I am only 5’2″ tall, and never was “svelt”. But my doll is long & lean, made entirely of fine-wale cotton corduroy, wearing only bright yellow vinyl Kastinger ski boots, and leather mittens. I was an avid down-hill skier in my youth!
My good friend Susan gave me a treasured Angel, made by her mother-in-law, a well known local doll maker. I love her natural wool roving hair and the details Earlene included.
I will draw one name on Tuesday May 14th.
Happy Mother’s Day to all!