Sometimes a doll forces itself into my mind.
I gather the things I think I will use, a collection of dollie makings and then let it brew a while.
Long time ago now I bought some woollen jersey with the idea of making a doll completely from wool, apart from the threads and the inner head liner that is.
And that was it I moved no further ahead.
Now I have made a head, a head for a 16" doll and I have covered it this warm woollen fabric.
I have begun to collect fabric and yarns for her; for her underwear and socks and shoes, for her skirt and cardigan and hat.
I will enjoy the process as much as the finished doll.
Sometimes a doll just has to be made, but in its own time
My inspiration for this doll, deep in my heart is mini me.
This is a picture of me and my big brother when I was about 4.
This was taken in the springtime at the Cataract Gorge, the scene of many happy memories for my family.
My brother wanted to be tearing around with my cousin Chris but he had to stay still long enough to have his photo taken.
I can still remember this day.
We were having a family picnic which of course included my cousins from next door and Michael, the boy from up the street who I thought was rather nice.
I think my little sister was fussing while this photo was being taken.
Many little girls from the late 50s and early 60s remember being dressed in a kilt and hand knit jumper.
I had one that was very bright and pretty but it was very itchy and the other was more muted tones and very soft.
Because of the lack of a waist in little ones these 'skirts' had a plain cotton singlet shaped top to keep the skirt in place, very comfortable actually but tricky when organising a blouse and jumper to wear as well.
My mum even made my doll Colleen a matching kilt and vest set complete with a little knitted jumper