…This girl has been sold. My first Kismet sale! Hoorah! It’s been a long, long time coming. I’ve been (quite slowly, but steadily) cranking these dolls out for a year, in one form or another. Part of the reason it’s taken me so long to get them in shop is my (unhealthy) attachment to each one. I tend to draw out each decision & prolong their finishing touches. Once I’ve named them & given them a story, they instantly become my polyfill-ed children. I get too personal with each little doll. I suppose it is a good thing, to be proud enough that I want to keep each one. It is also somewhat of a curse.

To see they are liked & have one purchased is a wonderful honor. Thank you, dear customer, thank you!

She should be in Texas by now.

It was bittersweet to see her go, but Ella made me put my brave face on & chaperoned me to the post where we shipped Poppy off & wished her good hugs.

Here she is telling me not to be such a baby.

More dolls such as Poppy to be in the shop tomorrow.

The tree is waiting to be dressed.

I think it will have to wait a day longer. Until tomorrow, shimmering friend. I promise. I think.

Ella Faye has realized the strength of her vocal cords.

And, I think, enjoys the franticness it sets in her mommy & daddy. Now she sleeps on her daddy’s chest…her nightly prelude to bedtime, we are discovering.

Mexican hot chocolate is brewing on the stove.
And calling for me.

I listed this girl tonight:

Drew

If she could live anywhere, Drew thinks she would want to spend her days in an old red barn surrounded by cornfields. Her favorite indulgence is her mom’s strawberry cake.

She is here. I love her stockings. They were heck to work with, but I love how they turned out. I’d kind of like a pair for myself.

And Goodnight.