On a wet wintery day...

a ~DoLLy is born~



This dolly started to evolve
while i was listening to Lucy English
read her poetry out loud
on the radio...

and i decided to blog this pic before
this dolly was finished
because sometimes i actually like my dollies
more at this stage...
while they still have a rawness about them
a nakedness, a kind of realness almost...

i enjoy the process of dolly birth
i like thinking about how they have come to be
who they are becoming
they seem to have a life of their own
sometimes
as they are pieced together
in their own individual way...

this dolly has been stuffed with the filling from an old cushion
i don't usually do that, but i've run out of stuffing today
and she was just so determiined
to be born
on this cold wet day...
in the cast offs of recycled jumpers

this dolly has a quiet confidence about her
i think...
a sort of braveness perhaps?
she seems to have secrets
hidden behind that innocent smile of hers

i wonder what color her eyes will turn out to be?

X;-)