Showing posts with label Dolls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dolls. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Baby


Well, this is a long overdue post, but here he is at last! I decided right before Christmas last year that my son needed a baby doll, which may or may not have been due to my looking at the amazing dolls of Lalinda, who you can find Facebook. Inspired by her beautiful creations, I created "Baby".



I kind of made up his body pattern as I went, but I feel like it turned out pretty well for my first try at a baby doll.


By far the most time consuming part of this doll was the hair. Every strand is individually stitched, and it takes hours! But I love the way it looks when it is finished.


Right now baby's only clothes are a diaper. I tried to make him more clothing and between being busy with Christmas and realizing that baby clothes don't really inspire me, they never got finished. My son doesn't seem to mind though, and is quite happy with just taking his diaper on and off.


I have to admit when I finally finished Baby and all his hair I wondered for a moment whether it was wise to actually hand him over to a very messy 14 month old child. But I decided he wouldn't do any good sitting on a shelf, and watching my son give him hugs, carry him around, and give him diaper changes has made up for occasionally having to scrub stains off his face. After all, I can always make another, right? Hahahaha.

Thanks again to the amazingly talented Janette for the pictures!




Thursday, November 12, 2015

Gigi - A Good Friend


So I have to admit, I used to read other doll maker's descriptions of their doll's personalities and demanding ways and laugh a little. Dolls are just dolls, they don't have personalities, let alone opinions, I thought smugly to myself. That was before I met Gigi.


When I started on Gigi's clothes, I found a silk skirt in my fabric bin that I thought would make a perfect dress for Gigi, twirly and colorful and fun. However, although Daphne, Gigi's little girl, loves twirly dresses and glittery things, she also likes Tae Kwon Do and climbing trees. Not great activities to do in silk, so I decided to make Gigi a more practical cotton play dress instead.


Fast forward a few hours and there I sat staring at a half sewn cotton dress, depressed. I think Gigi was actually frowning at this point. The dress was just wrong, and we both knew it. I gave up and pulled out the silk.


A few hours later Gigi was happy again, but although I was feeling better too, I knew the dress was just not practical. How will she climb trees in that? So, I decided to make her outfit a little more multi purpose.


By adding some practical cotton shorts!


When she realized how much easier it was to play outside in them, Gigi seemed to accept the shorts, and with her hair up out of her face she is ready for anything. Except shoes. I tried and tried to convince her, but she is a barefoot girl.


When I first heard from Daphne's mom that Gigi needed to have "Ariel" red hair and black eyes (They actually ended up a really dark brown, almost black), I was a little worried that I would like her, but she has been so much fun to create. She prompted me to improve a lot of my construction techniques to make her a fitting playmate for a little girl, and she helped me discover my new favorite yarn store in my quest for the perfect red hair. She reminded me that imagination is key to creativity, and about the importance of both real and imaginary friends. Basically she reminded me about the many things that come so naturally to children, but are often difficult as adults. So although we have never met in real life I have a great admiration for Daphne, who inspired all this. Her family is lucky to have such an amazing little girl, and hopefully she will enjoy many imaginative adventures with Gigi, in her shorts and her silk :)


*Special thanks to Janette for the amazing photos and for introducing me to Daphne and her family!

Friday, October 30, 2015

Sneak Peak of Gigi



Gigi is waiting for some clothes and getting excited for her home down South, which will hopefully be warmer and sunnier than here!

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Elise


“Elise! You should come study with us tomorrow!” Lena said as they left their final review session together. “I can’t” Elise replied, “I’m going home for the break before finals.” “Going home? Are you crazy, when will you study?” “I’ve got the whole ride back, it’s nearly eight hours you know.” “You are crazy, you can’t pass senior exams with only eight hours of studying on a cart ride!” “You’re forgetting the ride back” Elise said. “Sidsel is going back too I hear. I don’t understand you Bindiners, leaving at a time like this.” Lena said. “Family is important to us.” Elise said, not wanting to get into details that most people didn’t understand or believe. “Well me too, but I don’t risk my entire education just to go see them!” “It’s more of a risk to not see them” Elise muttered, but Lena had already moved on to another topic and didn’t hear.



After parting from Lena and reaching her room, Elise changed quickly out of her student robes and into her traditional Bindin clothes. Then throwing a few other essentials into a bag she hurried to the college gates. Sidsel was already waiting there beside her father’s wagon. He had come to the city to trade and had offered to bring Elise back to Bywater with them. She had at first decided to decline the offer. Senior exams were rumored to be nearly impossible to pass, the medical herbs section alone was said to have reduced students to tears. She didn’t want to fail, to waste all the sacrifice and effort it had taken to get into the Healer’s College, because she had spent the time at home instead of studying. But then she had reviewed her bindings. Her tie with Liesel had been fraying when she left, but when she pulled on it suddenly a few months back in the midst of a tense dispute with some hall mates, it had nearly snapped. Her tie with Len was fraying from overuse of his amazing memory, and there was no way it would last through finals without rebinding work. Even her ties with her parents were weakening, and she barely had a thread going to Rose, since she had left almost immediately after her birth. And there were the twins, constantly drawing on her for help with injuries too numerous to count. Even Becca and Tom could use some rebinding. And then there was Micah. Elise decided to go. She couldn’t afford not to. But she would have to make every minute of study time count.



It was late afternoon of the following day when the cart at last pulled into Bywater, and seeing it’s thatched roofs begin to appear Elise replaced her books in her bag. She was too antsy to study any more anyway. “I’ll just walk from here” she said, loudly enough that Sidsel’s father could hear her. “Are you sure? I don’t mind taking you all the way.” he said, glancing back towards her. “I’ll be fine, I want to see the woods and fields again anyway.” she said, jumping down as he slowed the horses for her. “Thank you so much for the ride!” she said. He just nodded in response, and Sidsel waved goodbye as Elise turned and headed towards the fields that led to her parent’s farm. She walked slowly, taking in the beautiful scenery that she had missed so much in the noise of the city that surrounded the College. She was over halfway there when she saw a bunch of wild Thortin and bent down to examine it. It was late in the season, but it might still be harvest-able, and its roots were one of the best treatments for fever. In fact she believed it was primarily Thortin that had saved Liesel’s life from the horrible fever that had left her blind. It was that illness that had convinced Elise to seek further training at the college, she had hated wondering if something she didn’t know might have helped.


Elise was still examining the plant, lost in thought, when she heard the sound of movement in the grass and looked up. Micah was standing several feet away from her, staring. Elise found herself blushing. She stood up, hoping the fading light would hide her flushed cheeks. It had been over a year since she had seen him, that awful night by the pond when she had told him she was leaving. They hadn’t communicated since, and Mother had barely mentioned him in her correspondence, probably thinking that it was best to leave things be. For all Elise knew he had taken her advice. He might even be married now. They stared at each other in silence for a moment, then Micah took a few steps towards her. Elise could see that he was just as red as she was, and she thought of Tom’s saying that some people grew to look like their pets but Micah grew to look like his work. It was true, his coal black hair and cheeks almost constantly reddened from the heat of the forge or of his embarrassment reflected perfectly the iron and fire he worked with. Elise had never met anyone as shy as Micah. Or as quiet. So she was surprised when he spoke first, in a friendly tone. “Welcome home. I see you too are delayed by your work. Do you think your mother will forgive us?” Elise laughed and said “She can be quite fierce, we should probably hurry.” and bent to pick up her pack. “Shall we trade?” Micah said, handing her a large bunch of wildflowers and slinging her pack over his shoulder. “Oh, thank you!” she said, surprised again. Since when was Micah more at ease in such a situation than she was? “These are beautiful!” she said, trying to fill the silence while she gathered her composure. “I brought them for your mother. They are her favorite and although most are gone now there is a late blooming field of them on my land.” “I’m sure she will love them. Do you still eat with the family often?” she asked, fishing for information. “Not like I used to. I am busy lately. But I go when I can. Now my grandfather is dead your parents are the closest thing to family I have left.” Elise let out a silent breath of relief. He must not be married then.



“I know my parent’s consider you like one of their own children.” she said, and he gave a soft, humorless laugh before saying “Yes, just as you do.” Elise winced at this reference to their last meeting, then said softly “Did you take my advice then?” “I did. I think I have danced with every girl within fifty miles of this place. Tom helped me.” Elise laughed at that. “You couldn’t have found a better teacher!” “Yes, I learned a lot, as you said. And relearned something I already knew.” “What was that?” she asked, but in the pause between his statement and her question an odd noise had begun. It was a strange mix between a squeal and a click. “I have a guess” he said, but before she could clarify what she was asking about there was a rustling in the trees and suddenly Ivan dropped seemingly from the air into the path in front of them. “Elise! I knew you would come this way, but Ian said we had to keep watch everywhere. Well, at least I found you first! I better give the signal” he said, rising from the crouch he had landed in and putting his hands to his mouth. He proceeded to make a loud hooting noise, similar to that of the owls native to that area. “I’m glad you’re here too Micah,” he said as he finished. “Did you hear that odd noise? Something has gone wrong with this slider. We were going to bring you out later to show you but since you heard it you can fix it faster. Do you want to look at it now?” he said, tugging on Micah’s partially rolled up sleeve. “Let me think on it” Micah said, removing Ivan’s hand gently. “Whatever is a slider?” Elise asked as they began moving forwards again. “Oh, it is the greatest thing. Tom thought of it, but Micah designed it, and built it. It’s a small wheel with these handles that you put on a rope and it lets you slide through the air! Micah made us several, and Ian and I set up ropes all round the farm, so now we can get round in no time at all! We added Micah to our secret band as an honorary member for inventing it.” Ivan said seriously. Elise saw that Micah was red again. “It was Tom’s idea” he said. “‘Oh, I know, but he always has crazy ideas, but you actually make them. Besides we made him a member a long time ago. Ian says we should make you a member Elise, as our physician, since you gave us such good advice after the wasps. He says it will make our bond stronger so we can get even more help, but it’s a bit tricky since you’re a girl…” A loud hooting was heard at that moment, and Ivan grimaced. “That’s Ian, he’s back at the house already, they’ll all know you’re here now. Bother. I was hoping to beat him back so we could surprise them all. Come on, Mom’s got chicken pie for dinner, so let’s hurry!” he finished, and took off at a brisk trot.


Elise smiled after him, amazed at how much he had grown in just a year. “I gather you have been saving the life of a few more siblings” Micah said, watching Ivan’s retreating form. “They do manage to get into scrapes with an alarming frequency. That’s partly why I came back, we’ve about worn out our bond with all the wasps and hidden pits and who knows what they manage to find. It’s amazing what just seeing him again does to rebind.” “Yes. That’s partly why I visit your parents so much.” he said. Elise nodded. Micah’s mother had died when he was ten years old and he had been sent to live with his grandfather, Bywater’s blacksmith. Micah’s grandfather had been a bitter, angry man, and Elise’s mother had been so worried about Micah living alone with him that she had offered to bond him into their family. He had practically grown up with them ever since. “Ivan’s not the only one who has grown. I think that you will find Liesel happy to see you again.” Micah said seriously. Elise looked up at him, startled. “Do you really think so? I have been so worried about our relationship, it’s been bad ever since her illness, well, you know. But I don’t know what to do, I don’t understand why she hates me!” Micah just shook his head. “She doesn’t hate you. I don’t think anyone could.” Elise stopped. They were nearly to the house, but she decided her family could wait a few more minutes. “Then you don’t hate me, for, for leaving?” she asked. He turned to face her.  “I’m not going to lie, I did at first. But I have learned that you were right. Neither of us was ready. It wouldn’t have worked.” Elise laughed. “It’s funny that you say that, because I feel like I have learned that you were right. There really isn’t anywhere better than Bywater. I’m grateful for what I have learned, but I’ve decided against staying longer in the city after all. Once I have completed my internship I am going to come back here. Auntie is getting old, and she offered to let me take over for her before I ever left. I think I will accept, if she will still have me.” Micah was silent, examining her closely. “And what about my offer?” he asked quietly. Elise flushed yet again. She was getting worse than he ever was! “I think I will accept that as well, if you will still have me.” she said. And so it was that when Ian and Ivan discovered them a few moments later they instantly and unanimously voted to suspend Micah’s membership, pending further review, for the crime of being caught kissing a girl, a crime made even worse by the fact that it was their sister.

The Meadowbee Family, from left to right: Len, Liesel, Ian, Mother, Baby Rose, Elise, Father, Ivan, Micah, Tom, and Becca

*Special thanks to my friend Janette for the amazing photography! We managed to pick the coldest day of the month I think but she still got amazing shots. Also to my husband for giving me the idea for this story. I was having a hard time coming up with Elise's history, but when I showed her to him for some reason in our conversation he asked "She has a family, doesn't she?" That question led me to make the Meadowbee family sketch, which then led to the story above.
**Elise's story is very loosely based on the life of Minerva Teichert, one of my favorite artists. You can read her biography by clicking here.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Another Doll


Well my latest doll is finally finished! This picture is from her photo shoot, and thanks to my amazing new photographer friend we got some great pictures, despite the unexpectedly cold weather! I'm finishing up a short story to go along with her and then I will post more pictures, so stay tuned!

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

27. Regency Period Dress


This sketch was to plan out a doll outfit that I ended up making. I will hopefully update these sketches with pictures someday!

Friday, August 14, 2015

Ella - A doll and a story




"When the hour of the ball arrived everything was ready. Ella set out alone in a carriage Lady Aurelia had ordered for her, since Ella had refused to travel together on the grounds that it would destroy her anonymity. She felt somewhat foolish taking a carriage at all, since Lady Aurelia’s lived within a short walk of the palace, but no one walked to a ball, and so the carriage it was."
- Excerpt from Ella Markan - or The Grass Slipper


Design sketch for Ella
The inspiration for this doll began with the fabric. My mother had given me some gorgeous blue satin brocade, and I had yards of blue tulle left over from another project. Combined they just screamed Cinderella, and with the recent release of the new film the story was one my mind anyway. The problem was, I have never been a big fan of Cinderella as a character, she seems a little spineless, and the fairy godmother is a bit deus ex machina to me. I like to like my dolls, and so I decided to rewrite Cinderella as a short story loosely based on the style of Georgette Heyer. It is not a true Regency period story like hers, and I don't claim a fraction of her skill, but I think it put a fun spin on the story.



With the story and the sketch in place I began to work. I tried out some needle sculpting on her face for the first time, and I love the technique, but I definitely need to practice. It was quite a process getting her face to where it is now, and if you saw my earlier post on her you will notice how much changed.  Her dress also changed quite a bit from the original sketch, but it was a great jumping off point.



Ella's full story is available here or you can access it in the side bar of the blog under the "Stories" heading. I had a lot of fun writing it and creating Ella, it was great to get back into doll making, so much so that I already have the idea for another one that I will hopefully work on soon. Until then I hope you enjoy Ella's improbably epic adventures.




And we're back!

Well, the "improbably epic" move is over, and now we are finally getting settled in, I will hopefully get back to blogging. Ella is finally finished, so I will be posting lots of pictures and her story soon, until then here is a picture from the photo shoot!

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Sidetracked by a Story



Sorry I have not been posting in a while. I have taken a break from my sketches for a moment to work on a side project :) I guess all that posting about dolls I have made in the past got me itching to make another. This one is still very much in the works, since she still needs some final touches (like clothes and a better wig), but she is coming along! I learned some new sculpting techniques for her face, which was fun, but I feel like I still have some kinks to work out.

I am also writing a short story for her, with a teaser included below.

Ella was finishing her last bite of a late breakfast when Fershim, Lady Aurelia’s butler, entered and coughed softly. “Good morning Fershim” “Good morning Miss Ella, if you will excuse me, a certain lady has called here several times in your absence, saying it is of great urgency that she speak to you. She returned again this morning, with two young ladies, and though I told her that you returned late last night and were not yet receiving visitors, she insisted I ask you. If you wish I will have them sent away directly” Fershim said. “Did she give her name?” Ella asked, scanning her brain to think of who could need to see her so urgently in Duren. She hadn’t been home in over a year now, between travelling with her father Sir Markan and then as her godmother Lady Aurelia’s companion. “Well, miss, she said that it was Lady Markan…” Fershim trailed off. Ella glanced up quickly, meeting Fershim’s gaze for just a moment before he transferred his to an impersonal study of the ceiling. “Lady Markan”... Ella repeated, then trailed off as well. Her mother had died ten years ago, when Ella was only nine, so if this truly was Lady Markan, it could only mean… Ella broke off her thoughts hastily and said “Tell her I will be down to see her in a moment” Ella said.

Can you guess what color her dress will be? I'll finish up the story and the doll in the next few weeks and then get back to sketches. Until then!