Lately it feels-around these parts-that Shannon and I are competing at being the most productive/creative. His soaps and candles and candies are amazing and inspirational. 2 nights ago I found an adorable, free pattern for a knit cardigan on Purl Bee. I though, hey, I have lots of small ends of sock yarn, I could make that…for…Sasha? So I dug her out of a box, along with her bff Thumbelina, and got to work.
Yeah, I know, cute eh? I messed up the pattern a little, I forgot the 3k sts at the start of each p row, but that’s ok. Also, Sasha isn’t exactly the same shape as the Purl rabbit, so I tweaked it a bit around the neckline and added a heart button to keep it closed. Then I made her a matching head kerchief. Of course she needed a new dress and tights, so I made those too, the dress out of an old purse I made years ago that wanted reclaiming and the tights out of an old pair of Ari’s (ignore the hole!).
Then I gave Thumbelina lots of love too, her arms were both falling off and empty of stuffing, so I took care of those first, then made her tights and sleeves, a simple dress with a draw string neckline and matching kerchief to hide her rather unfortunate hair. Think Andy Warhol’s lovechild. I have a sweater planned for her too, winter is coming!
Now back to my own sweater.
How sweet to see them after all these years. Does Thumbalina still wiggle? xo
She does still wiggle, although it’s more of writhing. Would there have been a plastic ring attached to her cord? This doll has a metal washer and it’s not very nice and kind of too small to really pull.
Oh. I just remembered Jeremy, my other doll, the one with a cloth body and rubber butt. She needs clothes too!
She definitely had a plastic ring. The metal washer(?)was probably just something I grabbed to keep the string from being swallowed. xo
No, no, this Thumbelina was bought at a toy show about 18 years ago, when I was with Dave. She’s practically a baby, in relative terms, but not in any better shape.
I *need* to know more about Jeremy. Rubber butts? please!
What a great way to spend a day (or more)! I wish you lived with me and could be my mentor in all things sewing/knitting related!
Oh, Rosie. Jeremy is the name Veronica and I gave my baby doll who I think was a Tender Lovin’ Care doll, but I may be remembering incorrectly. She wore a yellow sleeper with a bum flap and had a rubber head, hands and bum, cloth body.
She’s nice and soft and floppy but her hair’s a disaster and she’s very dirty. Dirty to the point where I don’t really like touching her much, poor thing. She was very loved by me and Veronica, and used constantly for playing house and simulating the birthing process. Her pajamas have gone missing somehow!
Laura, having my friend Kerrick next door has been awesome, I know what you mean by having a near by mentor, what a help she’s already been.
And really, ENGLAND? How come we weren’t friends while you were here?
Sigh. I love the internet. I googled “yellow sleepers doll bum flap” and found Jeremy:
http://www.dollinfo.com/Store/dolls/mLNT.htm
I KNOW! I spent a year and a half at College/Bathurst dabbling in sewing with no friends who had similar interest. I wish i had had someone to go with to all the cool knit/material shops. and to hold me accountable for finishing a project now and then.
Instead I lived in a house with 5 guys who ranged from quirky to batshit wacko who drove me to a stint in CAMH. good times.
You must have eaten many a King’s Crown if you lived at that location. I’ve intentionally always avoided that area for that very reason. My thighs and gut are big enough, thank you very much, Sneaky Dee’s.
Do I know you via Shannon, then? What’s our connection?
Sneaky Dees was our hangover mexican of choice. Until one of my friends tried to pick up our favourite waitress and then was too embarrassed so he wouldn’t go back anymore.
We have a very ‘six degrees’ connection. A good friend of mine lives in Kincardine, was tattoed by Scott, and turned me onto Ashley’s blog. I have been reading her blog since I was mid-pregnancy with Ella. She blogged about you, which brought me around to reading your stories about all the little awesome things in a daily Toronto life. You so often wrote about little, quirky things in your day which encapsulated the love I had for my life in Toronto. I enjoy creeping into your life and rekindling my love for open-minded, authentic living..especially when I am (often) slapped in the face by the backwards opinions and oppressive elitism of living in England.
Now that you know I am just a creepy blog stalker…?
GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MONSTER!
Ha, that’s awesome. It’s hard to get perspective on my blog, like, I have no idea what it looks like to strangers for the most part. It’s got no real theme, unless you call me, Caitlin, a theme. I try to keep it light hearted around here for the most part: overall my life is 70% awesome and 30% suck. And that’s probably not accurate either.
Ashley Duncan is an old/new friend of mine. We knew each other a million years ago, via Shannon (of course) but never really connected. When I was going through a rough spot a year and a half ago, I emailed her and asked her to just listen to me-because I liked her blog so much, I knew her perspective was good. Now we’re great friends. Go figure! I knew Scott from way before, he is best friends with an ex boyfriend of mine and I hung out with him frequently in the mid 90′s.
Small fucking world, eh?
I’m also trying to think what waitress is favoured at Dee’s. I always loved Julie very much-she’s long gone now-and of course my darling Demitra who’s section I always intentionally sit in if it’s possible.
Oh, man. If I had a dollar for everytime I was told that! Though these days I tend to hide my Monster-ness behind my the calm, mature mother costume that I have adopted.
Ashley must have the emotional strength of an ox. I too have emailed her, simply from her blog integrity, and received awesome emotional, mental support.
The small world seems to stem from Kincardine area. My friend who grew up/lives there said that no matter where she goes, she seems to run into people from Kincardine. Which I always thought strange since it’s a pretty small area. But, even here in England I became friends with someone who grew up in Walkerton, whose sister lives in Kincardine and who is now moving from England to Kincardine in 2 weeks. The world revolves around Kincardine in some bizarre way.
For some reason, I want to say it was Julie. Though, I may have made this up. About 3 years or so ago she had black hair with bangs and loads of tattoos and I think she had a nose ring, but a through the middle nose ring. I have some pictures of her somewhere. She had the greatest sense of humour (especially for someone who dealt with a lot of drunk people) and she was super nice too!