There is a little bit of everything in this post. A little bit of pockets, some wishes and hopefully very sweet dreams. The clock is just about to turn midnight as I started writing this, you will probably be reading it with your morning beverage of choice. Today has been such a whirlwind day that I am actually very tired but in a contemplative mood. So be brave, and read on.
If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram you've probably already heard all about the fantastical bed my husband created, the huge nerves I feel about making bedding for such creations…or Seraphita's love for pockets. I try to keep you all updated to my moves, wether is the latest plant discovery or the freshest photo of the doll in progress. I am trying to blog consistently, but not with random things, and so I leave the massive photologs for when there is actually something to relay. Point in case: Seraphita and the bed.
I dont know what it is with this size of doll that makes them *more* special to me. I don't know if it's because it's a new size, because they are so dainty, because they look so playful, because I sculpt them so much, I just can't put my finger on it but every single one of the dolls I have made in this style has taken me very strongly. They grabbed my heart, my hands and my whole entire life and held me very tight. I like it, I adore working on them, but it's extremely hard to function with such a passion. It's almost unhealthy…I said almost.
My family is away for summer holidays, although my husband will be coming back very soon. While they are away I have done a little bit of soul searching, noticing the rhythm of my work, things I would love to accomplish, the daunting list of things I thought I would have done by now. As I contemplate the dolls in my studio, the beauty of my husband's work, and my wishes, I am left pondering…what to do? Summers are short-lived in Canada, a garden beckons, and an inner push to certain routines is starting to feel very strong within me. A pull to acquiesce, to come to a point of less friction, of commitment and discipline, but also of gentleness towards myself. I have pushed very hard these past years, and my growth as a doll maker has been to my liking, but other areas need equal footing if I am to grow as a human being, not just as an artist. It is very hard to handle the creative forces I feel, with the thirst of knowledge I've always had. And there are only 24 hours in the day, right?
So for the next couple of weeks I will be running some sort of experiment with myself. To establish a little different routine, not just for my work, but for my soul. I want two little girls to find back home a refreshed mother, not an exhausted one. One that accomplished almost everything she wanted to do on her list, which includes:
- a daily walk with Luna, to notice the gentle changes of the season
- a few minutes of morning meditation
- devoted hours of sewing and doll making
- time spent in the garden, absorbing the beauty of growing vegetables
- a recipe or two with wild edibles
You know? all those little things that makes us better people.
That's for my wishes. As for pockets and sweet dreams, you will be pleased to find that both Seraphita and the pretty bed are to become available for purchase via auction Sunday July 26, in separate listings. Please visit my store to check them out. The bed will be available from 9 to 10 PM and Seraphita from 10 to 11 pm EST. If you miss out on them, please don't let your heart get heavy. Derek is coming back and I'm sure he will surprise us yet again with some more of his wonderful creations. As for me, dolls are coming out of these hands faster than I can snap their photos, the little devils!.
Thank you for coming to read my blog, and for cheering for us as we create and live and share!.
**PS. Seraphita was royally flushed when I told her the bed wasn't hers. The girl has a temper.