For the past couple weeks, I have been busy moving my craft room from one room to another. Lots of cleaning, sorting, packing up and discarding. And today it all came to a screeching halt while I was going thru my carving things. Why? Because I found a doll.
Well actually, not a doll, but a PARTIAL doll that I started carving ten or more years ago. I know this because the wood is cherry wood, and the only thing I ever had in cherry was a Hitty carving kit from Judy Brown. Mind you, I didn't find her arms and legs, just the torso with the face started. And when I picked her up, she spoke to me. "Finish me". I heard it clearly. So in the midst of all my piles of books and fabrics and patterns and wools, I hauled out my carving stuff and started working on her. Several hours later, I could see her sweet little face;
As soon as I saw her like this, I felt that "connection" that we doll people sometimes feel with a doll. I have not felt this way since I carved my precious Evie, so it came as quite a surprise. I realized she indeed WOULD be finished, so I found some cherry wood pieces on Ebay and ordered them so she will have arms and legs that match. Cherry is a very hard wood, much too hard for my hands, so the rest of her will be carved with my Dremel tools . Because she is already ten or more years old, I think I will antique her.
So now I have an even bigger mess than I started with today--but somehow, I don't mind. A new doll is coming to life in my hands, and I am very happy!