Or so they say. I do love my dolls. So much sometimes it's rather silly to sell them I guess. I love pouring my heart, my ideas, my emotions, my thoughts and beliefs on what I do. I love to think that the dolls absorb (via all those natural materials) the energy of my home, the energy of my hands, the vibrations of my intent.
When I create a doll, I come from a good place. I go to a very good place indeed when I am working. A place filled with memories of my own childhood, of good wishes of what childhood ought to be. A place that sometimes smells of lemons, and a bit of lavender. A fluffy place full of dreams, of peaceful images.
Of course that during the creation of a doll I encounter problems that remove me from that special place. Every time. My vision sometimes doesn't match my skills, or my knowledge. Most of the time I succeed taming my fears and overcoming insecurities, but sometimes I dwindle. Sometimes I get the best of me taken away by a silly presser foot, or a ridiculous seam ripper. However, I try not to focus more energy than needed on those mistakes, and to always smile at what I accomplish on a daily basis. And I try to be grateful for the chance I was given, today, to work on this or that little doll. To be grateful for what came out of my hands, and I try to go to bed thinking that tomorrow will be just as swell.
Today this sweet lady finally got her clothes. And her photos taken. And while I wait here for instructions on how to send her home, I wonder about the place where she is heading. About the surprises she will encounter, and about those arms that will be holding her on the other side. I hope I infused her enough of the words that inspired her, of the wonderful wishes of a caring person towards someone he loves. I hope I honoured the request, and that my hands made something this family will care for.
Today I go to bed satisfied with myself. A good day. Now tomorrow, tomorrow is the day my sweet Mina sees the light of day and I just cant wait to tell you all about her. Good night!