I wanted to make a doll for a friend last year that enjoys gardening. My favorite color is green - it wasn't hard to put the two together for a little garden goddess. The doll form is one from Monica Magness, the face - I 'm not sure, maybe from Jen at GraphixOutpost?
All the beads are glass - Japanese or Czech with a few pewter charms. The face is polymer clay.
About 2 years ago I made a fall themed doll, this is one of the few that I didn't totally encrust, she also has a button face. Another form by Monica Magness and it's made of silk - I wanted to leave some of the beautiful fabric showing. I gave this doll to a friend that has a birthday in fall.
I love a full head of 'hair' on the dolls I bead. More often than not - I will bead a spiral on the back of heads - it provides a great base for me if I decide to add hair.
Although I don't remember if I beaded this doll in winter - she kinda looks like winter to me. This is one of the first dolls I beaded, looks to me like I was still learning about beading around the face at that point. I call her Bluebelle. The form and face are by Monica Magness.
Now, if I had to pick one to represent summer... I'd probably pick one that looks like it represents heat... and I have just the doll. This one was completed last year for a friend in Oregon. It's a tiny form - maybe 3 1/2 inches. The form is by Monica Magness and the face by Ronda Kivett (one of her 'tiny' faces).
Leaves of Grass
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body - Walt Whitman