A name, but not much else, well, except for a pig’s adventure

Even though I have not written about it, I have been actively enjoying my new companion.  It is the habit of writing again that is lacking.  My dolly play is making a slow but steady return.  I am finding that my new companion is very much different sort of companion doll.  She is very different from all of the dolls I have had.  She has an intense, stately, calming personality.  If that makes any sense.  I seem to derive strength from her.

Naming was difficult.  I felt as though nothing was fitting her and endless name searching was proving to be taxing.  Too many choices, too many reminders of people and dolls already known.  She needed something that was different to my ear.  Yet the unusual names were missing the mark too.  She is the woman who roams the highland and moors.  She can’t be bothered with finery, although I may be an influence to get her into  a lovely gown someday.  She most definitely Scottish.  Of that I have no doubt.

Maris (THE SEA) was a name that kept coming back to me.  I liked the sound of it, liked the way it suited her.  But is was rather plain.  I had tried a  Scottish name, Alesta to go with it.  Alesta Maris, thinking it sounded grand, but that was the problem.  She didn’t like it and it was impossible for my husband to pronounce the name the same way twice.  It was in cooking one evening that I saw the name on the bag of potatoes that made it clear…Piper Maris!  Of course, we all nodded our heads in agreement, what a perfect name.  Husband was happy about naming a doll after his beloved potato, I was amused that the “potato wife” (as my other blog is named), now has a potato named companion, and well, it seemed that Piper Maris smiled at our silliness and accepted the name with grace.

I went through and sorted everything I could that fit, which was very little.  Her chest is larger that my old SD Evie, so the few remaining dresses that I kept do not fit.  She is at least as big around as my Schoenhut, but of course cannot wear Rosies clothes, even temporarily as they are much too short in arms and hem length. Never mind about the childishness of a little girls clothes on a grown woman.

And so we have merely been keeping company as I take my time getting to know her and find her style.  She doesn’t were makeup, doesn’t seem to be into fashion at all.  I am beginning to see her as a simple loving woman, wearing bohemian style clothing.  

I am afraid that I do not have any good photo’s of her.  She is so much more in person and either she is not photogenic or my camera is being stubborn because I keep taking the flash off.  My camera is a point and shoot which means it hates anything it cannot preset itself with.  It refuses to take photos as my old camera did.  Once I get some clothes made, I will try for a proper photoshoot with my old camera.

SAM_5175 Piper Maris in a terrible mixture of anything-that-fits-sorta-kinda.  Yes, it’s embarrassing to show. 

She is wearing my china doll’s underskirt, Rosie’s crochet dress, Evie’s old jacket and young Evie’s thigh-high socks.  Yes, it is cringe worthy.  But I have so few pieces of fabric left, that I don’t want to sew anything up until I feel sure of her style. 

In other area’s, I have begun to push myself to enjoy the little lovely outdoor episodes of Olivia the Pocket Pig as my husband calls her.  We went to Paisley (yes, the town in Scotland that originated the famous paisley print) as this is where we are moving in October.  We have often shopped here and both of us have our bus and train hub in the town centre.  We went to the Abbey and then to a pub for our outing last Saturday.  Olivia made her debut.

SAM_5111 Have Pig, will travel.

SAM_5112 Leaving Renfrew and off to Paisley.

SAM_5138 Olivia liked the scale model of the abbey much better than the abbey itself.  She likes being bigger whenever she can.

SAM_5145 Although it was dark, grey and raining (as always) she insisted on taking a photo, although she was unable to pose properly since her bow was constantly blinding her ability to see whether the camera was pointing at her or not.

SAM_5159 Abbey’s aren’t really Olivia’s thing, but pubs are.

SAM_5160 And especially the food.  This is the one time where a food menu is welcomed to be bigger than she is.

SAM_5163 And a Guiness may also be big.  In fact, she rather enjoyed the bigness.

SAM_5166 Yes, indeed. 

SAM_5169 Luncheon was a lovely haggis on burger with whisky sauce and chips.  Oliva insisted she is still a vegetarian and ate the chips and left the haggis to me.  Which I really do like.

SAM_5173 Yes, pub life is the life for Olivia.

SAM_5165 With a full belly and wet snout, she was soon passed out in piggy oblivion.

We both enjoyed having Olivia with us so much, we have a feeling she is about to have more adventures ahead.

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Although the true wait time was very short, I found myself moping about, wanting her to be here instantly so I could get to know her.  She arrived 4 days after being sent.  It felt like weeks.

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It was quite thrilling to open her box.  Been an awfully long time since I had this experience.  She was so well wrapped at taped, that I nearly became frustrated with freeing her!  I had to stop a moment, calm myself before resuming the unwrapping.

SAM_5011  My first glance of her.  Huge woman.  Very heavy in weight, even through the last layers of wrapping I could feel her movement.  She would be easy to pose in curled up positions.

SAM_5012 She comes with high heel feet and is wearing them, so she was not able to be tested for standing.  First impression was that the faceup had to go and I smiled to feel her hand enclose my finger, as Evie use to do. 

SAM_5013 The face up was nicely done but her only option would be black hair.  I am not a fan of arched eyebrows and this soon got to me too.  Scant blush and nearly a rust coloured lipstick.

She also came with a pair of heels, black “leather” pants, a matching corset & collar, purple skirt, stringing, booklet on restringing, COA and the flat feet.

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I had only a few wigs and only a few eyes that would fit her.  This was going to be the difficult part.  As you can see, the black worked fine, but the faceup was too strong for any other colour.

SAM_5026 This is a very long human hair….so the sticking up part is not negotiable.  I knew I would not go with this for long.  Evie’s few dresses I kept did not fit her at all.  I found a newborn infants kimono that fit.  Wow.  I am going to have to begin sewing right away!

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It was face up time.  as much as I hesitated, because I wasn’t yet sure of her “look” yet, I knew the black was too strong and would set back the bonding.

SAM_5044 At first I left the lipstick, but it was not working with the pale face I was after.  I really struggled with her look, because she has a rather sweet childish face and a really mature woman’s body.  How to pull them together was difficult.  My supplies were paltry on top if it, and it took about 8 tries before I could get the pastels to blend enough not to look blotchy.

SAM_5048 She looked like a child.  Eyebrows too high.  Several more attempts.  I finally cleaned off the lips and started with a clean face.  My problem was also because I was trying to match my avatar which was not happening in any way, shape or form.  I even stopped for awhile and tried to change my avatar to look more like IH Luna, by changing her hair to a wild red.

SAM_5051 But this was not feeling right at all.  Frustration upon frustration as I went back and forth trying to get them to some how match.  Perhaps it was the wig.  So between the hours I spent on eBay looking for a wig that could be matched to what I could find on Second Life…I was soon grinding my teeth and muttering curses under my breath.  I felt this wasn’t really going to work. My avatar looked all wrong in red hair, my doll looked all wrong in short hair…and I gave up.  I spent nearly an hour trying to get her eyelashes on, how did all of this stuff I use to do suddenly get so difficult?  I gave up on the eyelashes too.  I was getting more agitated as I was working on putting her together and it wasn’t happening.

So as she sat in the chair and I tried desperately to figure out what was wrong with all of thus, I saw her looking intently at me.  It was a very direct look, as though she was shining through quite on her own.

SAM_5075 Her faceup was terrible.  One eye shadowing was darker than the other eye (which I did not see when sealing it), her nose was a bit ruddier than I intended and I was out of sealer and could not redo it.  But she was looking at me.  She was no longer a doll, she came out of her shell and looked at me.  Through bad hair and bad makeup, she was beautiful!  I hate this camera which refuses to take photo’s unless it has it’s way with flash, but she has soft green eyes in and they suit her so well.

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A little bit better photo this morning, but still not showing her as I see her in a much softer and warmer tone.  I suppose now that she is not going o represent my avatar, she will need her own name.  I have a couple of eyes I want to try yet, to be sure and there is one wig coming, a sort of bob cut in brown.  Her head is small compared to her body, and I think this wild red hair suits her and gives more balance over all.  So more photos as she gets a name and we can then start on a style.  I am toying with a few more ideas, but until I get a feel for it, it would just be musing.