Ever since I can remember, I have always loved playing with dolls. I like all kinds, from paper dolls to porcelain dolls. However, my favorite type of doll, the one that has a special place in my heart, is the cloth or rag doll. I remember a long, long time ago, my Grandmother sitting with me for a lesson in sewing. With a few scraps of fabric and some strands of her beautiful and long, thick, jet black hair for embroidery floss (used for creating the doll's facial features), she created the most beautiful doll I had ever seen in what seemed like a matter of minutes. I wish I had a picture of her to show you, but somehow she got lost. Looking back, that breaks my heart. For those who have seen Toy Story 2, the montage where Jesse explains how she was forgotten by her owner brings tears to my eyes every time. The innocence of childhood makes it impossible to realize the emotional importance that items like these will have in your adult life.
I guess that was my earliest memory of falling in love with the art of sewing and cloth dolls. It amazed me how a few pieces of fabric could become such a beautiful creation. For a while now I have dreamt of recreating the doll, but the fear that she won't turn out exactly as I remember her, has always stopped me. However, I have created several of my own dolls. It brings me such joy to do so, but none will ever replace the doll my Grandmother made for me.
These are my Dollies.
The doll below I made for my nieces when they were younger. Each one got this doll in their very own favorite color. Of course I had to make one for me too.