Rosey’s bed came today. It was fine in the size, she can lay full length in it. I had to repair a hole to the mattress, but that took only a minute to sew a patch on. I put on the antique linens I had, everything was so sweet! (excuse my bed, the sheets are being washed!)
And just for fun…with no dryer or Laundromat in town, the wash has to hang up inside.
While taking these photo’s I grabbed a few more. Here is Yorik with the shirt I am working on for him. This was something I cut out before leaving the USA and was my first piece on the sewing machine.
I found his vest and he looks quite nice in it! That a pin holding it together to try the fit, the shirt is not done yet. Yorik sits on the top shelf with Charlotte. He prefers her company as they like to talk about traveling (Charlotte has travelled to the Orient) and philosophy. I noticed that Charlotte has looked positively radiant since meeting Yorik.
My childhood trolls. I cannot remember their names (which really bothers me). The white haired was the grandmother, the dark hair was the mother and there was a short brown haired one that was the father. Then I had a lot of the little ones. I remember I had one with two toned hair, my first one, that was yellow with brown tips. I loved that one the most and I remember her name was Nikolina. They seem happy to be out of the box and amongst the others. I will have to make them some clothes, they have not been played with since my daughter was a child and that was 30 some years ago. Wow.
Rosebud has the most wonderfully defined body for being so tiny. I just discovered that her metal dog can hold a piece of paper in his mouth! I really wished I could have kept that little dollroom I made for her in Hawaii. Sigh. She seems to be fine in the leather case for now but she is in desperate need of a gown. I think I will make one tomorrow, poor dear.
I am feeling more relaxed about the dolls, but I have to remind myself when I feel the still strong urge to “pick one”. I am so glad I don’t have to do that anymore. I t
hink the shelf has helped me relax, because I can go and visit them, see they are fine and I can play with Rosey and the guilt of spending so much time with her is lessening.
Rosey is earthy, warm, chubby, well balanced, simple and has a touch of magic about her. Something clicked with the dark wig, something made her blossom. If I look to hard at her painted eyes or her mottled wood skin, I think, oh, I should sand her down or repaint her, but then I look at her and I think, NO! Now, she is just right, just as she is right now. There is a warm glow in her eyes that has nothing to do with paint.