Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Comfort Doll - Denise
I finished my first comfort doll - I want to bead at least one more before I send them off to their new owners. This one is about 4 inches tall. I purchased the form and face from Ronda Kivett, she makes some great stuff - check out her website when you get a chance. She is kind enough to share free patterns on her site as well - if you make your own forms, it's a great place to start.
It is a challenge for me not to completely cover a doll form with beads - even with pretty fabric underneath. I'm happy I could do that with this one and not feel like it was unfinished.
Here's her backside...
The doll will go to a battered woman's shelter when it makes it's way 'home' and my only hope is that it brings a smile to someone's heart. I added charms to represent hope, love and change. I named her Denise in honor of, my sister who has dedicated most of her life to helping others.
I'm working on a second doll now so they'll have traveling partners when then start their journey home.
If you want more info on Comfort Dolls - please see this blog. There are several entries regarding the project including guidelines and the mailing address.
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