From reading between the lines, you may have realised that Mr TH & I do not have children... However, on Sunday mornings especially, I can see the positive side. In the meantime I see my role as being the very best Auntie I can possibly be.
Next week it is September Niece’s 7th birthday. She has dropped some totally unsubtle hints about wanting a rag doll (with sandy blond hair that can be constantly re-styled by her & green eyes & brown eyelashes & a fancy silk dress & another dress for spare & underwear & petticoats with lots of lace, oh & she was to look pretty but she was not to have a ‘silly grin’...) I got the message!
I started work. I haven’t made a doll for at least 25 years; I dug out a pattern from the back of the box & read the instructions. I calculated some short cuts...
An hour later I was surrounded by various stuffed limbs, it felt like a cross between Pinocchio and the Hammer House of Horrors.
I had a cuppa, sewed the limbs together, attached the head (a child’s sock) & thought about the face.
I decided to fast forward to the hair, which looked fun.
It was a nightmare! In the end Mr TH silently, patiently de-tangled the knot of wool that I had flung to the floor during my strop. Then he found a piece of wood from the shed for me to wind the newly de-tangled wool around. Subdued, I sewed the doll wig together then attached it to her head.
I ignored her for a few days but began to feel sorry for the faceless doll before me. I found the required green cotton & began to sew...
All in all, I find some doll’s faces pretty scary. I considered many different options & got to work trying hard to follow the strict instructions I’d been given by September Niece.
Her face was finished, she looked very serious (but there was ‘no silly grin’...) I celebrated with more tea then made clothes for her.
Monetary cost- about £5 for the stuffing and wool (I already had all the other materials)
Time Cost- about a day and a half
Emotional Cost...will be eclipsed if September Niece likes the doll