In the middle of reimagining, redecorating and reorganizing our house, I got a irrepressible compulsion to make Rylie a doll. I mean, when is a better time to sit down to a big, detail- oriented project than when all of ones physical belongings are either strewn about or in boxes. I'm quite sure this is precisely the right time as it has distracted me from the gigantic task of finding an orderly rhythm to it all. I'm not much of a stuffie maker, not like some (incredibly talented) people that I know. You may remember that I made a bunny for Rylie right after she was born, but I have not tried my hand at making little sweet animals and dolls very often. However, ever since I bought this book (4.5 years ago, mind you) I have often flipped to the Nutcracker Doll pattern and thought: one day, one day.
The doll was an absolute joy to make and certainly stretched me in new ways and sometimes flinging me right out of my comfort zone. Very detailed, very precise, and very patient are the words I would use to describe the experience of making her. I ought to add very worth it, because I love her! And I think Rylie will too. The only thing that I showed her was at the very beginning when I was done embroidering her face and it was still in the hoop. She said:
"You have a lady?"
And I said "Yes."
And she said, "Did you paint her?"
And I said, "Kind of. But I used thread instead of paint."
She needs a name, I think I'll leave that up to Rylie as she is the real genius in that department.
As I was making her, I thought about if I would give her to Rylie and let her play with her as she wished or if she would be more of a sit on a shelf and look pretty kind of doll. It reminded me of a sweet doll that was given to me when I was a young girl and my mom told me she was very special and was only to lie on my bed. She had blonde white thin yarn hair that was glued to her head and ended in a pigtail at each of her ears. She wore a heavy white pinafore over her pufffy sleeved gingham dress and right at the middle of her chest was embroidered: Elizabeth. I was fascinated by the concept that a doll could look just like me and have my name. I was a doll! I did keep her very nicely on my bed for at least a couple months, but I remember little by little pulling her glued down hair a way from her forehead. It was too easy and too fun to resist. I still have her and she now lives in a cedar chest that is still in my mom's basement. I think I need to rescue her and give her a new life. I quite imagine she would love to play with Miss YetToBeNamed.