The bond of sisters is strong with these two, even though they are cousins. Or that's what they love to tell people at least.
I have been steadily working on four girls. Two of them were more eager than the rest. I have sat many afternoons with them, and we have drank tea, told each other our deepest secrets, hugged and overall enjoyed a great time together.
My studio is a whirlwind of activity most weeks, but these last few weeks I have found myself very contemplative. I have been struggling a little to bring to fruition my ideas and I have encountered many roadblocks. To the point I couldn't even decide how to cut a dress.
I sat there, staring at that pink linen, wondering if Renata would love a dress with a shorter bodice and very long skirt. Turns out she did. But it took us a whole week to be brave enough to get those scissors chopping. I wonder what it is, that is holding me back from working at my usual slightly-crazed speed.
Granted, there has been so much excitement over here in the last few weeks, that perhaps my heart is a bit tired from jumping all over the place.
From agreeing to teach at a doll seminar next year (more on that later), to publishing a wee doll pattern, to all the things I am constantly working on "behind-the-scenes". Some days I wonder wether my chicken heart will be able to take it all.
I have always found though, that the mere act of making dolls has been very grounding to me. The slow process of knitting a simple shawl, the tedious task of sewing strands and strands of doll hair, the whirring of the sewing machine. That has always grounded my anxiety and given me a lot of peace in troubled or excited times.
These last few days though, I had to really quiet my head in order to work. I had to take deep breaths, look at these two little girls, and proceed with caution. I am not sure why, but maybe that is just what they needed. For me to not jump to conclusions, and just be a bit more quiet and listen.
These two girls read quite an awful lot. You will find them most days lying on the grass, surrounded by piles of books and half-eaten biscuits. Messy hair, barefoot. Soaking sun, wind and bird song. I hope my heart calms down enough to finish them quickly, so we can find a good home for them. 'Til next time my friends!.