Thursday, October 16, 2008
A doll for a friend...
This doll is for a friend I have never met - a person that has gone through so much in the last year and a half, much of it no one should have to endure. I feel a certain kinship with her because of it.
Not long ago she decided to lighten her load of beads by having a contest on her blog, she posted a picture of a flower and to anyone that could identify the flower she would send beads - I was one of the many lucky winners. Her offer was generous, the beads plentiful and beautiful!
The velveteen form was made by Monica Magness and the face by Jen Martin, a favorite combination of mine.
I used several of the beads received in that package on this doll. The green matte ab beads you see here are just one example
I added the little triangle beads from my own stash.
I recently received Robin Atkins latest book - Heart to Hands Bead Embroidery. In this book are some wonderful new techniques to try. One is 'ruffles' which I used on the back of the doll. It was really fun to try something new that adds texture.
The hair... oh the wonderful hair. I seem to be a bit stuck with long lush hair of late, I thoroughly enjoy adding it, this one was no exception.
Doris - I hope you like your doll and that she warms your heart and brings you many smiles!
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