Queenie & Rose

Available at 'MINE - Kids in Olinda'. Finished in the nick of time. I might go take some better pics... I left the one true to do it but didn't say what I wanted and he's no girl, so doesn't know how to put her proper like. He's good at arty stuff, but not doll stuff. For example, I embroidered their names on the soles and it looks nice. And the other eyes are blue. And her tail is lovely and fluffy. He did his best and I still like him.

Pattern available here.

Queenie & Rose Bunny are each other’s very best friends. They share all of their ideas and play lots of sport too. You might think they’re just the same but Queenie and Rose are two very different little girls. Rose loves to listen to music, but Queenie prefers to read. Queenie’s favourite colour is blue wheras Rose likes pink by far the best.
The girls are ‘dicephalyus’ twins which is very, very unusual. They think they’re lucky… Queenie and Rose always have someone to talk to!

Made using vintage, pure-silk kimono fabrics, discarded rabbit fur from my Mum's old (ex) lapin coat.

Queenie & Rose

For Carolyn's new shop in Olinda (opening on Thursday), which I will report more about when I know more. It's a groovy, crafty, kiddies shop. I love making these dolls! I'd forgotten!

I Would Have Bought These From The Local Primary School Fair...

...But the girl wouldn't take any money. So tiny I can't believe that someone actually knitted them.

Tanya

Yackandandah again, out the back of Granny's pub. My other Grandma did up this doll and it was donated to the Yack Mardi-Gras. I remember the day... brass band... big parade through the town... I was just or nearly five. The doll had a sash like a real 'Miss Somewhere'. Miss Yackandandah. I don't remember the details, but Granny must have had a raffle which I WON!!! So, we took Tanya home and she was relegated to the top of the cupboard in the spare room, because she was special. Ear-marked 'for later on'.

Not long after, we had a house fire in the spare room, from an electrical fault. Tanya bit the big one. I clearly remember my dream (nightmare) of her going up in flames and I woke screaming and calling her name.

Ross wonders if that's where it all began.

My first death. Now I see this photo, she looks to be shrouded and I was amazed to see that she isn't the elegant, beautiful, mature woman of a doll that I remembered, but an ordinary girl. I love her just the same.

I got very sick after that and was given a new doll when I got out of hossie, I named her Danielle and thought of her as Tanya's daughter.

My One True Found These...

Have a geek, and please, go through the drop-down menu...

My fave is...

actually I can't decide.

I Wanted It Bad

But sometimes you just have to let things go. A ventriloquist's dummy. It hurts that it's not here, but at least I have the photo's. It would have been another doll the kids refused to have in the bedroom.

Congratuations to the person who got it, and sweet dreams.

In Rememberance Of My Darling Grandma

These beauties were at the Op-Shop. I didn't particularly like them in the 60's, but my Grandma loved them, and now, so do I. Look at that lovely hoop petticoat and those slender legs! Mmmm-mmm!