A sweater coat for Allina. Done in a seed stitch in a tweed type yarn. I will make a matching hat, It’s not wool, but I need to knit and it is at least a pretty colour.
As I am keeping Allina and Mikko in a early 60’s style, I have to get use to shorter dresses and skirts. I hem this calf length dress (originally made for Evie but she has such long legs) to Allina’s knees. It is actually shorter than it appears here, be cause I kept the camera high as not to see that now her petticoat is too long. lol. It is knee length. It’s funny how resistant I was to shorten the dress, but because she has shorter legs, it really does help with her overall style. I like seeing her socks and leggings.
I had started a cream wool coat with light blue insets for Allina, but I decided it wasn’t quite her, and would suit Jollyann better. The pattern idea was to make a dress coat gathered at the waist, and again, my tendency is to old fashioned when that would be the right style for Allina. Once I started the green sweater, I could see the difference. The old fashioned clothing is for the Chinaheads and Jollyann!
I continue to enjoy my companionship with the woodens. There is a comfort factor I just haven’t had with other dolls before. Deep down comfort. Allina in particular, with her calm manner and practical countenance relieves my daily stresses like nothing else. Just holding her relaxes me.
I love them so much. That is strange, as I usually can only comprehend one doll at a time and have trouble with two. But Allina and Mikko seem able to not have any personality conflicts, neither has an edge over the other, they seem equally separate and together. Hard to explain, but I don’t feel as though I am the third party when we are all together, nor do I feel as though I am playing favourites when I have one out and not the other. This is a new direction for me in my dolly world.
It is also strange that my love of dolls is shifting. Since Allina and Mikko came into my life I have not had one ounce of dolly angst. I have not pined, whined, moped, or felt any separation anxiety at all. Just a deep down contentment. Like I had as a child, when the only doll in the world that mattered to me was the one in my arms. Allina and Mikko are a connector to my childhood in a way that my BJD’s could not be. I needed the simplicity. I needed their cheerfulness, their natural skin, their reminder of what I love most about dolls, their comforting ways. It is no longer about “watching” a doll and dreaming up stories, it about just sharing the everyday moments and playing with them.
Last night, I watched an old Christmas special that was done by Red Skelton, called Freddy and the Yuletide Doll. Freddy the Freeloader is alone on Christmas and sitting in a park. A shopper drops a Raggedy Ann. He picks it up and begins to like it’s company. The doll comes alive for him and they dance and share love. It was quite touching to see a man play this scene and the tenderness towards a doll. I smiled and thought how heart warming a moment like that was. This is how I feel about my woodens, they just bring a warmth and glow to me.
Something definitely shifted and I believe that it will continue to blossom.