Ready Frida? We are going home.

This little rascal is finally ready to head out to her mother, but whilst here, she keeps pushing all my buttons.

First we had to re-draft all the "bottoms", like her underwear and leggins, due to extreme roundness of her behind. Thinking she might get cross if I mentioned it, I just continued my merry way. It actually made her giggle, and making this little girl giggle is almost impossible. She likes to keep a rather somber face to keep me on my toes.

I offered a pretty pink jersey with red roses, you know? because the "other Frida" liked roses and large flowers so much. No dice. She chose the tiny green stripes with picot diamonds. Actually one of my favourites, so I did not complain. She asked wether these were "proper clothes" or "mere night clothes". Mere! As if!!.

Of course she had to have flowers on her underpants. That we both agreed on. We picked a super bright floral interlock and we went to town choosing elastics. We settled on the deep green one, to match the "mere night clothes" that are actually a very proper top and leggins to be worn under her chocolate linen dress. This girl seriously.

Her mother requested flowers in her head. Frida chose felt beads. I felt a little bad, but when we tried wool felt flowers and silk flowers she just rolled her eyes…constantly. I couldn't take it! I can't work under pressure like that. In a moment of lucid inspiration, I offered her the bin of wool felt beads and she smiled. Have I told you how hard it is to make her smile? Well…I counted my blessings right then and there, got two red beads and made her a barrette with a wooly pompom. Somedays you just gotta pick your battles I say.

We also made her a beautiful, old school style, chocolate linen dress. This fabric is what dreams are made of, and so wished my sheets were made with it because it has got to be the softest, creamiest, most supple fabric I have ever worked with. No joke. No exaggeration. Nothing but the truth for you peeps.

The dress has ample ease, so like I mentioned, she can wear it on top of her green shirt and leggins if she so wishes. I had oodles of fun making the wee embroidery flowers, hoping to God they came out looking like flowers and not like a toddler vision and poor execution. I think  I did great! There is definitely much room for improvement when it comes to my embroidery on garments, but if nothing, we are eager and we persevere. Frida seemed to enjoy the conundrum of choosing right colours, and sat patiently in the porch with me, while I embroidered the afternoon away and the mourning-doves sang to us pretty songs. 

Her little cardigan we thought was a must. After all, things can get chilly at night in the summer, and early in the mornings too. A deep mustard was used and we giggled when we saw it matched the viscid acacia blooming at this time of year. Some days you really get lucky in life. 

As you can tell Frida is quite the character. I.cannot.wait. for her mother to meet her, and for her to join the family of little girls and lots of dolls that await her. I think they are all going to be smitten with her, and I think she knows it. This Little Frida might be young but she knows too much already. Lord helps them wrangle her in.

It was so much fun to create her, and work on her little wardrobe. I have never made a doll this size as a custom and I might offer it more often because I truly, truly enjoyed it. 

Thank you dear Angela for giving me the chance to see her sprout out of my hands. I hope she is everything you dreamed of and that she brings her stubborn nature, her fierce heart and her abundance of love into your lives. So excited for you all to meet her!. 

Posted on April 3, 2017 and filed under dollmaking, custom orders.

Little Frida, revisiting the inspiration.

Getting requests like this one, is one of the most exciting parts of creating custom dolls, because you just never know exactly who is going to come out of the wool.

Little Frida, a custom natural fiber art doll by Fig and Me.

A long, long time ago, one of my favourite people in the world asked me to make her a doll based on her muse, Frida Kahlo. I wrote about my reticence working with such woman in my heart, due to Frida's history, but so glad I took on the challenge as Frida is one of my favourite dolls in the world, and her mother loves her to bits. 

That last post, Amaranto y Anís, is like embedded in my skin. I need only to recall the blog title, see the rainbow yarn or hear those words, to remember exactly where I was, what I was doing, the warmth of the light on my skin, the afternoon fading away. I guess I am so present when I am working on my dolls, so absorbed with the task at hand, that those little bits become like memory chambers and they transport me back with swift wind under my feet.

My Little Frida, a custom natural cloth doll by Fig and Me.

This time around, another very favourite person in my doll world, asked me to use the same inspiration to create a newer version of Frida. Although both dolls, and both doll mothers, are so inspired by the same artist, they are different. Years in between helps to revisit this person, with newer skills under my belt, but above all, they are made for such different people. Albeit with many things in common: both mothers, both transfixed by Kahlo, both love handmade, and above all: the cherish their dolls.

Little Frida, a custom natural fiber art doll by Fig and me.

I have been thinking a lot about my doll mothers, especially since both Fridas  are made for such wonderful people, who go way back to my humble beginnings of dollmaking.

The mom of this Little Frida is actually one of my very first customers, back when my dolls were made with more passion than knowledge, and back when you would never catch me saying I was a dollmaker. That was a term used by people who actually knew what they were doing, I was just having fun and hoping to provide little kids with a handmade doll in return.

The night where she bought her first doll from me is like it happened yesterday. I remember seeing the doll sold and wondering what on earth had happened. I had just listed her. Thought I had made a horrible mistake, only to realize the doll was actually sold. My shortest sale ever. One day in my shop and gone.

Over the years, this beautiful human got to support me many more times and I got to give back to her when she won one of my clothing giveaways. I still remember making all the clothes, years later after she had bought that initial doll, and giggling away at the fact that people, still after quite a few years, were still with me, buying things for their children and talking to me.

Little Frida, a custom natural fiber art doll by Fig and me. 

Many more years passed. My dolls evolved dramatically, but very slowly I have to say. Now I got the chance to actually read her life story, to witness the progression from buying dolls for her children, to buying them for herself (I mean, they all play together, but let's acknowledge: the doll is for herself). 

I have witnessed this happen so many times. It happened to me too. I started making dolls because I wanted small children to have wooly friends. Little by little I realized that I was making dolls for me. To feed my creative fire, to heal me from childhood traumas, to love them over and over again. Because making dolls is the funnest thing in the world, the only thing that comes close? Playing with them.

Nowadays I make all kinds of dolls, little ones like Frida, and real big ones (like the first Frida). I make toys and also art dolls. It is a pleasure for me to say that people who met me at the beginning of my journey, are still very much here with me. It is not only a pleasure, but it is a testament to their love for handmade toys and dolls, and for putting up with one of the craziest dollmakers ever. 

Thank you my dear, I am so very happy you gave me the chance to create this little firecracker, this time for you!. More pics for you all tomorrow, where Frida will get a chance to say a word or two. We shall see.

Posted on March 30, 2017 and filed under dollmaking, custom orders.