In the garden.

This is the place where all magic happens. In the green spaces, in the forests, in the abandoned plots, in the gardens...

Miss Romy in the garden, surrounded by pomegranates. Natural fiber art doll by Fig and Me.

Night and Day

By Robert Louis Stevenson

When the golden day is done, through the closing portal, Children and Garden, flower and sun, vanish all things mortal.

As the blinding shadows fall, as the rays diminish, under evening's cloak, they all, roll away and vanish.

Garden darkened, daisy shut, Child in bed, they slumber - glow-worm in the highway rut, mice among the lumber.

 

Miss Romy, a custom-made figlette by Fig and Me. 

In the darkness houses shine, parents move with candles; till on all, the night divine, turns the bedroom handles.

Till at last the day begins, in the east a-breaking, in the hedges and the whins, sleeping birds a-waking.

Romy in the garden, at dusk. By Fig and Me.

Romy in the garden, by Fig and Me.

In the darkness shapes of things, houses, tress, and hedges, clearer grow; and sparrow's wings, beat on window ledges.

These shall wake the yawning maid; she the door shall open — finding dew on garden glade, and the morning broken.

There my garden grows again, green and rosy painted, as at eve behind the pane, from my eyes it fainted.

Romy in the garden by Fig and Me.

Just as it was shut away, toy-like, in the even, here I see it glow with day, under glowing heaven.

Every path and every plot, every bush of roses, every blue forget-me-not, where the dew reposes,

Romy with her crown of pomegranate leaves, by Fig and Me.

Romy with her crown of pomegranate leaves, by Fig and Me.

'Up!' they cry 'the day is come, on the smiling valleys; we have beat the morning drum; playmate join your allies!'.


Miss Romy is ready to fly home. Over mountains and valleys she will fly, over meadows and highways, gardens and public libraries. She will arrive to open hearted and welcoming hands. Every time I send dolls to this home my heart swells a little, knowing just how much they love them. Feels so darn good to make them happy. As usual, we have kept a few surprises for them, to make them giggle when Romy arrives.

She is the first doll whose photoshoot happened in what is to be our new dwelling. With magical light and magical gardens. My hands have already been quite impressed and the land is speaking to me ever so softly. 

I feel the urge to create hard-working things, practical things, lovely things. Things for my family to use, to wear, to eat, to rejoice at. Dolls are all still coming to me very strongly, but for the next little bit do not be one iota surprised to see perhaps some frilly underskirts, a simple curtain, a welcoming mat, gracing the pages of this blog. 

This poem by Ralph Louis Stevenson was the first thing I read this morning in my new home. A lovely old edition, illustrated by none other than Tasha Tudor and a very special gift to me from one of my favourite doll mothers in the world. I shall pepper this blog as well with a poem or two from this book, it tugs at my heart strings so much.

Hope you all have the most splendid week, full of energy, ideas, plans and determination to make them happen. Love to you all, Fabs.

Miss Romy had a nap.

Sweet Romy likes to sleep surrounded by knitted toys and the odd doll I make. Truth be told, we like to spoil her and let her sleep as much as she wants to. After all, we need our beauty sleep, right Romy?.

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Miss Romy

in her cotton pyjamas, being cute and all...

I think we can ascertain I have a thing for dolls with white hair. White pulled mohair at that.

Over the years I have made quite a few, like Mimi Marion and Raisa to be more precise, but traveling back in time then there is Birch, Aurora Borealis, Beluga, Coconut Sugar and Vanilla Bean, Cygnet, Feodora, Sigrún, Freyja and Mathildis and Anwen. Most definitely a thing for dolls with white hair. 

**If you click on all those links, I am going to take you down memory lane. A very beautiful trip, hope you enjoy it!. 

Miss Romy, a natural fiber art doll by Fig and Me.

Miss Romy, a natural fiber art doll by Fig and Me.

Miss Romy playing with her toys, a custom natural fiber art doll by fig and me.

Doll clothing for Romy, by Fig and me.

And even though some are similar, none look the same. Take Romy for example, very girly, very sweet. Loves bows and flowers and bees. Plays pretend for hours on end, and likes to take many naps during the day. 

I do welcome said naps, as I am a busy dollmaker and it pays off to have the wool child sleeping while I hem her clothes, knit her shoes or make her extra treats. 

Romy has some of the storytelling disposition of Raisa, and none of the spunk of Mimi Marion. Thank God for that!.

Romy playing with her knitted toys, by Fig and Me.

Miss Romy, a 17" figlette, custom made, by Fig and Me.

Romy, about to take a nap. By fig and me.

I normally send my custom dolls with a gift of sorts. Some times it's a little doll to entertain them on their journey, and to arrive home with someone they already know and trust. 

Sometimes I make them an extra outfit, most likely pyjamas. I usually keep those outfits out of prying eyes, as a kind surprise to their mothers-to-be.

This time we decided to show her night clothes. We repurposed a cotton (brand-new fabrics) nightgown for this little girl, she asked for the envelope top and the bow to be left intact. So we did. We made her comfortable pants and it seems she is even more predisposed now to take lengthy naps.

At this rate, I am going to be able to send her home in no time. And good things, because the line-up of dolls in the studio is becoming worrying. Not to say the bickering has already started.

Romy, a sweet custom made art doll by Fig and Me.

But since things are still somewhat under control, we shall entertain Miss Romy a while longer. A few more things must be properly sewn, and then we can show her sweet mama what she's all about. Hang tight my dears, things are about to get cuter.

Posted on May 16, 2017 and filed under figlette, dollmaking, custom orders.