When my daughter was 5 months old I made her and her cousin a rag doll for Christmas. OK. Mom helped, coz I couldn't figure the hair, but for the most part, I made these dolls. Made the dress for the cousin's, but didn't get Miss J's done before Christmas. The intention was that I'd do it when we came back from Canada, where we spent Christmas that year. And since she was so little, there wasn't much of a rush. It wasn't like she'd be really playing with it at that age anyway.
Flash forward 6 years. I'm up in the attic the other day, and here is this nekkid dolly. I handed it to Miss. J and said, "I made this for you when you were little. It doesn't have clothes, but you can play with it if you'd like." I know, I should have saved it, made the clothes, and given it to her for a special occasion, but the way things have been going, she'd get it when she had grandchildren, and only because she was cleaning out my attic after my demise. Sad, but too true.
That was about three days ago, and she and the dolly, who is as yet unamed, are inseparable. But the lack of garmentness was damaging my delicate sensibilities, and that of Miss J as well. Not to mention that running around without clothing in this weather is likely to cause frostbite. This morning when Julia had wrapped the poor thing in a pathetic little rag, my conscience got the better of me, I took pity on her plight and went upstairs, found the pattern and some cotton (no mean task, mind you) and made a dress. The pinafore isn't done (I didn't have the lace), but at least the dolly is decent.
Although I don't have a photo of the finished product, since I want to wait until I have the pinafore made, here is what I was staring at for most of the day:
The dolly also has a little dolly of her own (Bald, tho. Still haven't attached the hair! HA!), who also needed a modest covering. So now J has two little matching dolls. It's the cutest thing.
And as I type, both dollies are sweetly tucked in underneath her chin as she sleeps.