Showing posts with label handmade. Show all posts
Showing posts with label handmade. Show all posts
Friday, May 25, 2012
A Nameless Rag Doll
I have yet to name this doll, but I imagine it being something befitting of a girl of the mid-nineteenth century. As a girl of that era, she wears a pink calico frock, muslin pantalettes, and a muslin apron. Her hair is one plait made of the type of yarn intended for washcloths and the like. I quite like it in this context -- it's endearing, but without the frizzy wisps that acrylic yarn unwinds into!
I've actually gone and hemmed everything quite neatly this time...
And the French knots I used for her eyes have stayed!
She's such an endearing creature; yet I cannot think of a name!
Monday, May 21, 2012
Hello, Mr. Rabbit!
This is Mr. Rabbit -- I have yet to think of a better name for him...
He enjoys taking tea in the garden at two o'clock sharp with his other friends, which include the dolls and a few animals. The most recent of these new acquaintances is a little pink calico pig I finished yesterday, and I'll post about him soon!
Mr. Rabbit was made from one of Gail Wilson's animal patterns from muslin, calico, and wool roving.
The calico made up very well for his little jacket -- he so reminds me of Peter Rabbit!
He quite likes exploring the gardens after tea!
Sunday, May 13, 2012
A Springtime Gown for Charity
In light of the new warm weather, I thought that my reproduction Queen Anne doll, Charity, could use a new gown. She was a gift for a past birthday -- she's from the 1995 UFDC convention!
She came with clothes of her own, but I wanted so badly to dress her myself in 18th century garb! She wears a shift, pannier hoops, a petticoat, and a pocket as underthings. I have yet to figure out how to construct a pair of 18th century stays. She also wears a mobcap.
The new gown is a pink print with a modesty piece, ruffled sleeves, and gathers in the back to simulate the tapes of a robe anglaise.
Brown ribbon laces down the front of her bodice.
And here's some sleeve details!
I think Charity finds true solace in the gardens.
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