Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Comfort Doll - Joy

I put the finishing touches on my second comfort doll, she is named in memory of a wonderful friend that took me into her home when I did not have one. I will be forever grateful.

The 5" form was made by Monica Magness, the polymer clay face by Natalie Ostin.

This doll along with the other named Denise will be donated to a battered woman's shelter. If you would like to participate and donate a doll or just want more information, please check this blog for additional information.


sammy said...

Grace, Joy is just that... very joyfull! Someone is really going to love her!

KV said...

Grace -- you have the most wonderful touch with these dolls. Almost like getting a peek into your heart when viewing them.

Kathy V in NM

girl_gone_thread_wild said...

Oh, she's so very cheery! Will make a wonderful sentiment for someone in need. You amaze me girl!!!

Pat Winter said...

Grace, Thank you for donating to the Comfort Doll Project. She is beautiful. Do you know how hard it is for me to give these up? LOL. I just keep remembering who they are going to and I am ok with it.....until the next arrives. This has been a great project and seeing artists like you all donate is very heartwarming.I found your blog through Sammy Stafney.

Grace said...

Aw... you all warm my heard with your nice comments. Thanks so much for taking the time to stop by and even more for leaving a note.

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