posted by Lily on crochet, dolls, embroidery, sewing

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Would you like to see what I did today?  Nothing that I should have been doing, that’s for sure :-)  Yesterday I sat my physiology exam – the renal, cardiac and digestive systems, a bit of microbiology – and despite having another exam on Friday, today I needed a little bit of fun.

The kind that involves wool …

thread…

and some pretty vintage lace.

Mmmmm ….  it was so very entrancing, I completely forgot lunch and ignored my need for a hair wash until 20 minutes before I needed to collect the little girls from school! Good thing I’m a mummy … years of practice doing all those essential but oh so boring bits at a mad gallop.

So … I crocheted, felted, sewed and embroidered a new doll … meet Martel (Abby named her and says she won’t tell me where she came upon the name Martel until I’ve published this post!?  So if you know Martel to be the name of something very odd, just put it down to an oblivious mummy and mischief-making daughter.)

I crocheted her body – body, collar and head in one piece.  Stuffed her.  Appliqued her face.  Needle felted her hair.  Sewed her apron.

Pure bliss.  And I do think, that after years of dithering around with my own doll patterns, I may finally have hit upon one that I’m a little bit thrilled with.

I can see the opportunity for so many variations … including boys! So, after a lovely post-school afternoon tea, the little girls and I headed down to Wondoflex and stocked up on some more colours for more dolls.  In return for their cheerful obligingness, I bought one a ball of wool for finger knitting, and the other chose a ball of wool for me to make her a doll.  Little children that can be delighted by (paid off in) wool are such perfect children, don’t you think ;-)

You might have noticed that Martel’s arms are not quite finished yet – not even I can wash my hair, make the bed, empty and restack the dishwasher, hang up the washing and blanket stitch doll arms in 20 minutes.

That’s what I’m off to do now :-)

p.s. it’s so cold here tonight, that as I sit here typing, every breath out fogs my glasses.