Dolls have always embodied a quiet magic for me. I had one special doll growing up, I called her Wendy Bagwell. She has become tear-soaked with age and a very special treasure, representing my childhood. My Grandmother re stitched her all the time but after awhile, her skin became threadbare and she began to wither, her life force going into retirement a bit. She went with me to collage and then to my first home. She was quiet for years, I think she hoped that my children would love her as much as I do. But she is so fragile now, an icon for me though.
Though I had Wendy as a companion, I never dreamed that my life would revolve around dolls quite so much. I don't have many things from my childhood; they fell away like the shedding skin of a slithering snake. I have only two relics of my early history in dolls left.
Soaked in time, steeped in my life, and smothered with love, these two dolls mean the world to me. They loved me back and played with me for hours and hours.
My Grandma was a collector in the traditional sense of the word. She was dirt poor growing up and didn't have dolls. So, subconsciously as an adult she accumulated, welcomed, and hoarded them. I wasn't really impressed with her style of doll. She was more into the Franklin Heirloom variety. She did however, expose me to the magic of dolls and the tiny little personalities that are found within.
As a doll maker, depositing a certain amount of personality into a doll is so important. I want that sliver of something special to connect fully with a memory or feeling deep inside whomever is viewing my work. I want them to connect so fully that they must bring my little lovie home with them.
Each doll that I make is also a part of my personal history. As I work on her, everything that makes up me as a person, shapes the final outcome of my doll.
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I look at my dolls as little love vessels. I filled them up as a child and I am reaping the benefits of their magic and the imagination that is held within.
Do you have a threadbare companion?