These ladies have been waiting a very long time to get their skirts. But don't they look so happy now? They were left in painted on hot pants for over a year, as I tried to work out how to make them stand up.
The original plan was to hand turn some wooden bead and route out a centre that let each doll stand. The problem was I haven't touched woodwork since manual training and have no idea where to find a freindly wood turner. In the end, it was air dry clay to the rescue with hand molded bases holding each lady. They look just about ready to start singing
A little stitching, a little pattern and I now have my very own La Cigale. It's a lavender filled cicada, to fill a wardrobe with summery fragrances and memories of a lovely Le Rouvray. The pattern went together beautifully. I think the next one deserves some sort of hanging loop as well.
I'm busting out the fabric stash. Aunts, avert you eyes as your Christmas presents may be looking a lot like this.
I'm smitten with Ladybird books. Their bright spines, idyllic worlds and attempts at first readers. According to telling the time, we can expect the mail man at 9 and the milkman at 10 and daddy will get home from work at 6. Just as well there is shopping at 11 and tea at 4 to keep us occupied for the rest of the day.
E is really into magic at the moment so the book on the top of the stack is her current favourite.
