All felt and no play!!

Not wanting to whinge about my good fortune, I'm taking part in MADE 09 in Brighton, but it does mean there'll be no dolly dabblings for me for a while ;(

 Instead I'll be cracking on with my felt work, which I am loving as always. My Etsy shop is somewhat sparse for now, but abundance lays ahead in my felt garden, it just loves the cold!

So, as I won't have much work of my own to show on this dolly blog I will take this chance to show the work of creative magi and bewitchers over the coming weeks. Starting with my favourites from Black-Eyed Suzie more about her here

Aaah, sweet Freya, how I wish I had those antlers on top of my own head

This beauty was a custom order, imagine having an interpretation of yourself in dollworld, it's just magical. I especially love her clothing and that crow like umbrella.

Introducing the exquisite Mme. Frontenac who received her husband's heart in a lead box!!!

The melancholy huntsman's daughter

Last but by no means least The Faun Girl, I love this doll, her antlers and hooves and otherworldly gaze.

So many treasures, so hard to whittle them down to a few photos.

Rainy Mondays

Aah, rainy Mondays- snails, soggy dogs and a magical gloom that fills the air. A perfect setting to enjoy the wondrous worlds of Lewis Carroll and Tim Burton, I can't wait to see this!




Here's a link to the online book illustrated by the magnificent Arthur Rackham.


Enjoy ;)

Meet Olive and Edgar

The Wee Folk are coming to me thick and fast these days and I'm trying to capture them before they disappear down the dusty corridors, never to be seen again.
Here are Olive (on the left) and Edgar a pair of hirsute twinlets, poor old Edgar usually has to traipse along wherever Olive wants to go, except for when it comes to gazing at the patterns of the sky in murky puddles, where he firmly stands his ground.
They can often be seen sucking on moss, and admiring the silvery patterns created by snails and slugs. Shooting stars of the dirt is what Edgar calls them.
Olive's best friend (except for Edgar) is Stinking Russula (more of her later).