Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Tressy by American Character

My mother was an outdoor
girl.  Her doll was a baby doll
with a composition head, arms
and legs.  As big as some
two year olds, with open and
Shut brown eyes and real teeth,
she was a beautiful baby.

I liked to sit inside and read.
When I wanted dolls they
were fashion dolls.  Mom did
not understand, but she saved
her can labels and sent for
 Tressy.

Eventually, there were three Tressies
at our house.
The offer was no longer available
when my youngest sister came to that point.

My Tressy went through a harrowing
experience in 1972.  The truck
carrying our things during a move
burned up.  She came through,
but she was scarred for life.

The mixture of soot and chemicals
used to put the fire out left her
blackened, but she retains
her shape and her appendages.  :)

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Eggstravagant?

I'm dabbling, again.

Nothing like the Faberge eggs that inspired them,

but I'm enjoying the extravagant amount of time

I'm putting in on these.

Having finished several,

with more in progress,

I thought I would share

these two.  :)

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Basket Case

I'm a dabbler.
Lately I've been making
little baskets.

It's been fun;
frustrating, sometimes,
but fun.

Some of these may be too tiny.
I'm not sure.

I have made a few.  :)