I have had several weeks of relative peace and quiet in which to do my thing. That is soon to come to an end as real life has intervened and I have to take care of such mundane tasks as taking the garbage to the dump, shopping for food and water and softener salt. Also several social engagements are looming on my horizon.
And all this when Lorelie, my Muse, and I are getting on so famously. I hope she will not become miffed and go away like she did before. She is a touchy thing.
All this is leading up to fulfilling the reason I originally started this blog. To immortalize my one of a kind, hand made creations and sometimes the process that led up to them. It is comforting to know that even when I am gone little bits of me will still be out there floating in cyberspace.
So here we go.... Each of my cloth or polymer clay dolls has a personality of his or her own some of them quite strong willed. I may start out to make a gypsy and find myself making a business woman...as in the case of Heather who I will introduce you to later.
In Rose's case I started out to make a grumpy old bag lady. You could call her Second Hand Rose since she is made of recycled materials and bits and bobs gleaned from my own jewelry box or stash of thrift store finds.
But there is nothing second best about THIS Rose. First she chose a pair of rose shaped buttons for her earrings. And from there it was all up hill. Very early into the process she rejected the baggy nylon stockings and cheap frock I was making for her and chose instead the mink stole and Dior suit. A grande dame was emerging from the coccoon of cloth and polyester fibre filling.
Last time I tried to make a grumpy old bag lady a Biker (Boomer, more on him later) broke through. There may be a message in this.
So, without further ado let me introduce you to Rose, a sweet tempered 89 year old. Until her husband, a prominent business man and international traveller, died she had quite an active life. They hobnobbed with the likes of Arabian Sheiks from Dubai, Politicians from Grand Bend and other dignitaries. Rose gave grand dinner parties and loved to dress up.
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