Thursday, September 20, 2007

Jilly Berry

This little form came from Ronda Kivett, it is just under 3 inches tall (not counting hair), the face by a fellow beader, Diane in Brisbane Australia. The doll was made in honor of Jill, sister to my significant other. She passed away August 2004.



JillyBerry now has a home in the hills of Southeastern Kentucky near Booneville.
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6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Just had to tell you how much I enjoy popping into your blog; there's always something new to see and so much to inspire me. Jilly Berry is a really gorgeous doll and so beautifully beaded too.

Christina

9:10 AM
mAtilda said...

ciao, grace, che bella la tua bambolina, che bei colori, complimenti, matilda

10:07 AM
KV said...

Your dollies are always a treat to see!


Kathy V in NM

2:15 AM
GraceBeading said...

Thanks ladies... always nice to read kind words left here. I appreciate it.

9:03 AM
Veleta (Sammy) said...

What a beauty JillyBerry is and it really does honor the woman! You make my bead palm itch!!!

2:30 PM
GraceBeading said...

Hi Sammy... thanks for stopping by and for your nice comment.

Hmmmm - itchy bead palm, there's a cure for that :-)

8:33 AM

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