Monday, June 19, 2017

We've got eyes! They're multiplyin'!

The new green eyes from Mint on Card were in my mailbox shortly after I got to the office this morning. I wasn't expecting them until this afternoon, but apparently they arrived on Saturday.

And here's a picture of Celeste with the aforementioned shades, channeling Melody Gardot.

There's been minimal progress on Avery's sleeve today, but I intend to do something about that before bedtime.

Middlest does not expect to have time to put Justice's new eyes in until sometime on Wednesday, and I'm fine with that. It gives me time to pick up a box to store spare eyes. Because I have a feeling that I will be accumulating quite a few of them over the next few months as I swap out acrylic eyes for glass ones.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

A little crafting, with a side order of anarchy.

I cannibalized a placemat which I'd bought to make into needle rolls when I lived in Fort Worth and my needle stash (particularly in the smallest sizes) was growing almost every payday. I've been wanting to make Blessing's corner on the top of my tallest dresser a little more Boho/gypsy/faerie in style. (The placemat which has been serving as her area rug for the past month or so certainly helps.)

I've also been wanting to make a sign for the clipboard I bought several months ago. My printer is having opinions, and I'm not in the mood to figure out what's wrong, so I finally settled on a grey background and black type, printed in greyscale with no drama, thank you very much.

Here is blessing sitting on her new cushion. Her breakfast tray has been set alongside the wall, where it might not be noticed by inspectors from the Bureau of Alchemy on their semiannual rounds. Yes, she eats in her lab. (Yes, I eat at my desk at work.) I've made an alternate sign: Do not feed the librarian. Because sometimes it's not so much about turning things into other things as it is reveling in the sight, smell, and sound of books.

In knitting news, I got all of those pesky ends woven in on the sleeve of Avery's sweater, and I made significant progress while at church today. I plan to do a little more knitting before going to bed tonight.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Still life with feathers.

Several years ago, when I only had one or two dolls, Fourthborn and I explored an upscale fabric shop on the service road along the PGBT (the Bush) named Fabrique. It had bought the stock of Kay Fabrics when they closed up shop. I bought some Dior grey silk duppioni to make trousers of some sort for Faith. (Ahem: still yet to be made.)

Today I took in the Louisa Harding Sari Ribbon (above) in the muddy green colorway that I bought after knit night on Thursday.

I came home with a yard each of muddy green silk dippioni (which reads as bronze or gold in these pictures) and iridescent cotton voile, plus several yards of lace and trim, and one yard of amazing stuff from trimmed-down feathers. I'm not sure how I'll use the latter, but it called my name. (Trust me, this all tones wonderfully, regardless of what you're seeing on your monitor.)

Middlest and Fourthborn helped me get some patterns printed in the right scale from freebie PDFs posted on DeviantArt. Lots and lots of trial and error.

I had a deliciously long nap this afternoon, so there's time to work on Avery's sweater before going to bed for the night. Although there's time to try out a pattern for thigh high stockings if I have thread in the right size.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Progress. Really.

About every inch or so, I turn the sleeve inside out and weave in the ends. As you can see, I got halfway there when lunch was over. As soon as all but the last (yellow) end is woven in, I'll turn this right side out again and knit some more.

I just thought any knitting muggles might be interested to see what the inside of a Fair Isle sleeve looks like, in contrast with the delicate patterning that appears on the outside.

Justice's new eyes are scheduled to arrive at work on Monday. While we're seeing which (if either) of the new pairs suit her better, I'm going to have Middlest adjust Harmony's right eye. She's gone a little cross-eyed sometime in the past couple of weeks, and I just noticed it last night.

I hope to have more progress for you tomorrow night.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Restrung and ready for adventure!

I never figured her for a blonde with chin length hair, but she likes this wig. And long hair might tangled get up in her crossbow. She didn't want her old eyes. So she's borrowing a pair from Middlest until the order I just placed with Mint on Card arrives. I don't know that she'll like them any better, but they'll fit somebody.

I love how much softer her features are, now that she's gently washed and restrung and clothed. Her outfit is also on loan from Middlest. I think her style will be a pared-down Boho/gypsy look for dress-up and overalls or leggings and boots for when she's working.

Personality read: intelligent, tender-hearted, innocent but not naive, determined. While all of those qualities would suit someone named Mercy, I think this one is Justice. We think she's claimed the crossbow, et al, that arrived in yesterday's mail, with the same polite firmness in which Celeste claimed the harp.

I need to grab the sunglasses that were mistakenly sent along with Honor's glasses, and see if they're supposed to be this one's ... nope. They swam on her face, but they fit Celeste perfectly; she looks as if she were channeling Melody Gardot.

I've since found Justice's brother, Mercy. And the name of Harmony's brother: Valor; he's the one I put on layaway Friday night.

I'd been looking around my room, trying to remember where I put the knitting bag with my Alice Starmore book of Fair Isle patterns. Yesterday I came out here into the living room and asked Fourthborn, "Is there a grey knitting bag on the floor by your chair?" There was. Which means that after dinner I can bring the third sleeve on Avery's sweater to the point where I stopped on the second sleeve (I'm almost there) and figure out where we go from here.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

When the arsenal arrives, the doll will show up.

A crossbow, a quiver, and a waterskin walked into a bar. Said ouch. Dollar for scale.

I've ordered Egon the Elf Knight from Withdoll. He'll be here in several to many months. Steadfast will be glad to no longer be outnumbered fifteen to one.

I'm home at ridiculous o'clock after watching Wonder Woman. Loved it.

Going to bed now.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Blessing's little corner of the world.

It's expanding. I found an old picture of Beloved in his prime and Squishy as an adolescent, and I hung it on the wall when Middlest and Fourthborn were out of the house, so the banging would not exacerbate Middlest's migraine. I also took the ribbon off the Moroni replica that I bought in the gift shop in Nauvoo last summer. If I remember correctly, the first Moroni atop the original Nauvoo temple was more like a weather-vane, unlike the standing angel which graces most modern temples.

Eventually I will find another spot for my alarm clock, white noise machine, etc. But for now doll-scale items are peacefully coexisting with human-scale items. It might be visually jarring, but it's expedient and practical.

I made more progress on the third sleeve of Avery's sweater at Knit Night. I'm done with the pale green lattice pattern and ready to do the next one. But not tonight. I just took my evening meds and enjoyed a mug of buttermilk and a handful of ginger cookies. After dinner I had what I suspect was some wicked reflux. I wish there were a way to carry a flask of buttermilk for times like that. It settles things down like nobody's business.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Grist for the mill.

So to speak. When we picked up this month's quilt block kit, the shop had a bin of unclaimed kits from two of last year's series quilts. I bought eight of them because I was drawn to the green. There are two of each kit in the top row.

Apparently somebody wants a green something. I have a few ideas rattling around in my head. I'm going to let them marinate awhile, maybe do a couple of sketches, and see what happens.

The prints which are too large-scale for the dolls will probably end up as accent pillows or elements in a watercolor-style quilt.

I clicked on some of the links to patterns on our local doll group's Facebook page and found a wonderful pair of soft leather booties in SD scale, but I cannot figure out how to print them in a useful size. I have enough Ultrasuede in a warm caramel brown to make boots for Justice and/or Mercy, once I know which one E-An is supposed to be.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

When good girls come unstrung

This is what the Texas heat does to dolls' elastic. Almost quicker'n a Noo Yawk minute.

The elastic came to my office today. Middlest will restring E-An when convenient, and I will have sixteen functional dolls. Although at the moment it's a case of "sixteen beautiful dolls, fifteen beautiful outfits". I'm not sure that I have anything that will fit her, that is sufficiently modest. But once she's put back together, I want to try Blessing's first wig on her and see if it suits her. I'm not sure who she wants to be. I think her coloring and personality are going to be too strong for Mercy, but she might be perfect for Justice.

I'll just have to see if she gravitates toward the crossbow when it gets here.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Dolly progress (but it's invisible).

I got notification today that the elastic to re-string E-An is in transit and should arrive at my office tomorrow.

Looking forward to knitting, knitting, knitting tomorrow. (Specifically, on Avery's sweater.) I'm hoping to stay at the Dallas knit night until the shop owners toss us out.

I also got word that the wigs I mailed back have been credited to my account. It's nice knowing that I could theoretically buy a $50 pair of boots for someone and not fall off my chair from sticker shock because the majority of that sum is waiting patiently for me to come spend it.

Hoping to have progress pictures for you tomorrow.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

The boring* part of the sweater body is done.

Middlest reminds me that, considering how much length was added to this while I was in the ER with one or the other of my kids, five and three-eighths inches of stockinette on 4-0 needs does not necessarily qualify as boring.

The scrap of red thread at the top center marks where the V-neck will begin. The two red loops run through the underarm stitches.

What's next? Digging the sleeve in progress out of my large knitting bag, picking up any stitches that have jumped ship over the past several weeks, and catching it up with its mate. Not happening tonight. Maybe not happening tomorrow.

So this is one of the weekend's goals accomplished. I'm going to celebrate with some sort of snack and probably go to bed.

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Two more rows on the sweater.

And a few more items added to my Bloglovin list, regarding dolls. Specifically, I discovered BJDCollectasy.

I downloaded the pattern to make a bow, quiver, and arrows. And created a Word document with the link for the directions.

Evening meds have kicked in. I'm going to bed.

Friday, May 26, 2017


I finally remembered the one that popped into my head on Monday after the box with three wigs arrived:

I've got wigs, they're multiplyin'
and I'm losing control
with the options they're supplyin'
It's electrifyin!
The two that didn't fit are already shipped back to Mint on Card.

With Middlest walking me through it, I just reordered elastic to restring my E-An. Middlest will do the actual restringing.

I'm going to see if I can stay awake long enough to finish the row on Avery's sweater that I began this morning. The odds aren't good. (And the knitter is decidedly odd.)

Thursday, May 25, 2017

We have a name for her. And I'm definitely in trouble.

As you know, I've been dithering over what to rename my new Adela. She's doll #15, and I've used most of the good "virtue" names already. I was brainstorming with Middlest and Fourthborn last night.

She's bubbly and a little feisty, so Serenity is out, except as an exercise in irony. I'm saving Mercy for an SD, so that's out as well. When I went to bed last night, I was thinking maybe Allegria, as "allegresse" is French for elation, but that wasn't quite it, either.

This morning I was pondering about the power of music for a talk I'm giving in church on Sunday. And I looked at her and said, "Harmony???" Success at last!

Also, I'm adopting Fourthborn's DOT E-An, but whether she becomes Mercy (which is what I thought last night) or Justice remains to be seen. Part of last night's discussion with my kids was about the fact that Nemesis or Justice is frequently female and typically shown as being blind. They also reminded me that Artemis was the female hunter, and Apollo was the male artist.

I spent a few minutes on the Iplehouse website, drooling over some of the EID men, who I know are way too heavy for me to wrangle, and on Middlest's recommendation looking at the SID young men, who are about a pound lighter on average. Middlest was amazed that I was even thinking about getting a male doll. Frankly, I was a little amazed myself. Steadfast is the lonely little onion in a petunia patch. With the addition of E-An, who is only barely strung together on the dining room table, Steadfast is now outnumbered 15 to 1.

Back to the blindness thing. Since I see Justice as a sort of Robin Hood figure, only without the stealing (because hello, virtue) a blind protector with a crossbow on his/her back is kind of a scary proposition. So I'm thinking either extremely near-sighted and needing glasses, or maybe with a patch over one eye?

Crossbow accident? I wonder how effective a one-eyed crossbow hunter would be.

All these years of collecting dolls, and I haven't gotten into the elaborate stories or relationships that a lot of the local collectors create. Middlest and Fourthborn have created entire worlds where their dolls live. I've just bought dolls and knitted for them and occasionally blown the dust off their wigs. I've kind of thought of Blessing as a very proper librarian, and Celeste as a mischief maker. Grace is Steadfast's baby sister. Probably. And Chutzpah may be their cousin.

Buying the alchemist's bookcase and adding to my collection of small books and buying the harp have begun to open up a different sort of creativity to me.

And now if you will kindly excuse me, I'm going to go browsing for E-An's partner in crime virtue.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

I think I'm in trouble.

I still haven't settled on a new name for no-longer-bald Adela.

But I'm working out the storyline for two other dolls, neither of whom I own. Possibly brother and sister, possibly fraternal twins. The boy is Justice. The girl is Mercy. Justice is not an avenger; he is an extremely skilled defender of the weak and helpless. Mercy is a healer, and she shares the apothecary stuff with Blessing. Blessing would be the research librarian. Mercy would be patching up broken wings and broken hearts.

Justice could be a girl. Wonder Woman comes to mind. And Fourthborn has a naked SD girl in my studio, waiting to be re-homed. And that would save me lots of research on SD boys that are as gorgeous as Iplehouse men but don't weigh almost six pounds.

I need to go to bed. Now. While visions of trebuchets dance in my head.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Be-wigged, but still nameless

The box from Mint on Card arrived at work today, as did the small packet from FiniRibbon. I tried on the "strawberry blonde" wig, and it was nowhere near as ruddy as I'd hoped, plus the fiber was nearly as shiny as sequins. Did nothing for my little bald girl, and I hope to send it back for credit tomorrow. The (real) mohair wig was cute, and a bit too small, so it will go back as well.

This, however, is perfection. It fits her head. It suits her coloring. It doesn't overpower the pink dress she is wearing. And those adorable ears peek out nicely on either side.

This is what it looks like in the back. I will need to get a silicone wig cap, but Middlest says that Luts wigs tend not to transfer color onto the resin as much as other brands. So I'll save that for my next order.

I was hoping to get a more accurate read on the color in this shot, but it's still too yellow, and her face is all washed out.

It's 11:00p.m. I'm so done.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Avery's sweater continues

I got a lot of knitting in while at church today. I did not have quite enough hands to hold the tape still and take the picture, but the boring/plain part of the sweater body now measures 4.75" in length. Only five-eighths of an inch remains before I reach the armscye.

I've decided to make this a "pullover" rather than a V-neck cardigan. I'll still use the V-neck calculations; I'll just be splitting the colorwork yoke into separate halves and (most likely) working the neck ribbing as garter stitch to match the bands up the back. And possibly uttering childbirth words as I deal with multiple dangling ends of the yarn.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

More places to go; more things to see

That list on the right is getting longer, due in part to the sources I added today from the 48-page PDF that is Raouken's "BJD Corset for MiniFee," which I downloaded recently. Sources for fine silk douppioni, silk ribbon, cotton lace, silk floss, etc.

I'm not ready to tackle that project yet, but I wanted to have the sources linked to my blog for when I am.

I messaged the artisan who made Blessing's breakfast in bed tray, to see if I could get reduced shipping on a combined order. Middlest and Fourthborn have both counseled that it's best to get the props when they speak to me, and worry about the doll who needs them later.

Especially since neither Blessing nor Celeste seems like the type to carry a crossbow or a bota bag.

And then I took a six and a half hour nap. When I woke up, the artisan had responded, and I've placed the order. In a couple of weeks, I will have a crossbow, quiver with arrows, and water-skin/bota bag in search of a hunter or a defender-of-the-weak. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

I just made the mistake of wandering over to FairyLand's shop. The FairyLine Sircca full option package is stunning. Thankfully, I have no room for her. But I love the sword, the shield, the detailing on her centaur hooves, the wings. Basically, everything except the cut of her blouse under the corset.

I do not care for the Arong pukiFee. Poor little one looks as if it has indigestion from being surrounded by all of those sweets.

Friday, May 19, 2017

More stuff arriving soon!

Got notification that the ribbons I ordered from FiniRibbon on Etsy (lovely shop, lovely people) should arrive at the office tomorrow. When I will be home. Good news is, the Saturday mail is held for us, and one of our admins picks it up on Monday morning.

I got frustrated when the second wig I'd picked out for Adela from Monique turned out to no longer be in stock in the color I wanted, and the other possibilities they offered would not work for her. They will still be my first choice when I need to buy a wig, because their wigs are inexpensive but not cheap, and their customer service is excellent.

I stewed for half an hour or so then jumped on Mint on Card's website and found three maybes and ordered one of each. This order has also shipped, and I look forward to bringing them home one day next week and trying each in turn on Adela.

Night, y'all.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Breakfast is served!

I've been holding off on posting this until I gave the artisan feedback on Etsy, which I did tonight. This is Blessing's breakfast tray, which is impeccably crafted throughout.

If you want to see more of this artisan's work, click on the link to OneThyrd. Everything she makes is SD scale.

Those roses in the bud vase? Paper! But don't they look like something right out of the garden?

I'm pretty sure that Blessing is going to want a lace or cloth mat for the tray, and a nice napkin.

And I'm trying to figure out what kind of virtue would be comfortable carrying a crossbow. Because she makes one. And we wants it, precious.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

A spot (tee-hee) of washing-up.

I bought the pink and white full-set that Celeste wears from Fourthborn. She pointed out at the time that there was a small discoloration on the petticoat. I have cheerfully ignored it for something like seven years.

Same story with the pink and white full-set that Adela-to-be-renamed is wearing. I think that it's been in a shoebox in my studio since roughly the time that I bought Honor from Fourthborn.

Since I took the whole day off after appointments for Middlest and me this morning, I got a little ambitious and whipped up an Oxyclean slurry in my largest mixing bowl, dropped in Celeste's big fluffy petticoat (on the left) and Adela's bloomers (middle) and shift (on the right) into it, then lay down for a nap.

When I got up from the nap, I ran a small load in the washer, with Adela's things safely trapped inside a lingerie bag. I'm pleased to report that the mysterious stains are all gone. I have a really cool pressing wand that my sister gave me for subduing the seams on quilt blocks, and it will make short work of tidying up all of those ruffles without melting the crinolines underneath.

(Sometime between now and seven years from now.)

Monday, May 15, 2017


I wasn't expecting this until tomorrow, when I'm off work. It's every bit as lovely in real life as it was on her Etsy page. Will link to her shop once I've given her feedback.

Nope. Cute wig, and it fits well. I like how it frames her face, but it hides her ears, and it's not the right color for her. I'm keeping it, because I think it may suit the next doll I plan to buy.

She looks much happier having hair, even if it's not the right cut or color. Patience, little one.

Sunday, May 14, 2017


I moved a few things around. The alchemist's bookcase is now on top of a dresser in my room. I filled all of the bottom shelf and parts of the next two with books I've purchased over the past several years, including those I bought during recent raids of forays into Half Price Books. There wasn't room in the bookcase for everything which came with it, so I grabbed the red cabinet that used to hang above the commode in the master loo and has been waiting quietly in a corner of my room for a little over a year for me to decide how best to re-purpose it. I put most of the filled jars inside it.

The red stool is a plant stand that had been Celeste's perch for several years, until she claimed the harp. She is borrowing Blessing's chair until I can find or make a proper chair for her. The framed picture is a fortune from when I was serving as Relief Society president in Fort Worth. It reads "You have executive ability." (It never fails to make me giggle.) I rediscovered it in the cabinet in the guest loo when I was looking for something else. The two ceramic squirrels were made by my Aunt Sadie, and I inherited them when she passed in 1985. And as you can see, the new globe looks much better atop the stool than it did on that cheap table from Daiso.

What about all the other books that came with the alchemist's bookcase? They are in a small box that I bought at Daiso and will be the start of a library for my MSDs or possibly my YoSDs.No picture at this time.

And here you have Blessing, blissed-out in her own little corner of the world.

I think she's thinking about knitting. I know I am.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

She didn't want the harp, so I gave her the world.

She's only pretending to ignore it. I spent a little time Googling and found a bunch of free vintage travel posters, which I've saved to Word and will may eventually print out.

It's not as out of scale as it looks in this picture. To my way of thinking a globe should be about a cubit in diameter (elbow to fingertip), and this one is a little smaller than a Blessing-cubit. I just didn't want to squat or kneel in order to be at eye level with her. And I have to find her a better table. This one is something that followed me home from Daiso a few months ago. It's been hiding behind a silk ficus and the tinies in the living room since them.

I was browsing the site where I bought the alchemist's bookcase, and she now has new stuff. All of which I want. Standing desk. Writing desk. Or this other writing desk.

And a MacKenzie-Childs inspired chair and bed are starting to assemble themselves in my mind. That would be a whole lot of painting. I wish I had pictures of the folk art beds I painted for my kids when we moved to Arlington. That was a deeply joyful experience in an excruciatingly stressful time. My hands are 24 years older. I don't know if I could repeat it at doll scale.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Confirmation that my Etsy order has shipped.

It's coming from Austin, so it should be here early next week. This is the breakfast-in-bed tray for my big dolls, neither of whom has a bed. (Yet.)

I spent a little time browsing Etsy this evening, and the same artisan who made my alchemist's bookcase has now come up with a standing desk suitable for a budding alchemist. And a writing desk. And I'm spending $100 a week on physical therapy. Aughhh!

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Voicemail from the wig company yesterday.

"Please call us. There's a problem with your card." And I thought, oh fine. I'm over-limit and they've declined the card. Which didn't make sense, because I thought I'd used my other card. After five or six calls since getting the voicemail, I finally got through to a human at the company. Somehow, I don't know if it was me or an internet glitch, they had the wrong number down for my card. So of course it wouldn't go through. We got that straightened out, and Adela's wig should be here in the next few days.

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Count your many stitches; name them one by one.

(With apologies to Hymn 241.) When I was knitting in Sunday School, I noticed that something wasn't quite right. There was a space where no space should be. When I came to see more clearly (I am having such fun with hymn texts in this post) I found a dropped stitch. With five rows piled on its head. So I spent the rest of Sunday School and most of Relief Society unRavelling and making sure that the stitches were all pointed in the right direction.

I'm going to let the yarn relax for a day or two before picking up where I've left off. Avery's waited almost two years for this sweater. Two days won't make much difference.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

I resemble that remark.

"And this is because you like weird stuff," said Firstborn as she handed me this cup and saucer that she found at an estate sale. The saucer is a little larger than a quarter, but not as quite big as a half dollar. She also found something for one of Middlest's dolls, but that's Middlest's show and tell, not mine.

Weird stuff, indeed. Harrumph!

I've done exactly one row on Avery's sweater thus far today, and that's probably where it will end until Sunday School and Relief Society tomorrow.

Friday, May 5, 2017

Free pattern (not mine) on Craftsy

I'd been resisting the siren call of Craftsy. No more. One of my friends posted a link to a free pattern, which I've downloaded. It's for a corset to fit MiniFee, and it's not for beginners. But since I've been sewing for nearly 60 years, I had better not be one of those! The designer used to make these for sale on Etsy and is moving on to other things. I have no idea when I'll get around to making one, but I'm pretty sure that Adela (yet to be renamed) will want one.

I've checked the Monique website multiple times this week, and the wig that I ordered last Saturday still shows as "picking". I have to laugh at myself and my impatience. Ten years ago I had barely heard of BJDs, and this year I've gone from acquiring them to knowing something about them and wanting to set up little rooms or tableaux to display them properly.

My order from the Austin shop has not shipped, but the artisan has excellent feedback on Etsy, so I'm not worried about that, either. Just antsy.

I'm going to wash my hands thoroughly and knit a little. Hoping for an early night of it.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

A little more progress on Avery's sweater.

Six more rows, which brings us to three and seven-eighths inches in length. It needs to be five and three-eighths inches long when I add the sleeves, if I want the raglan decreases to turn out right. And I do.

That's an inch and a half. So somewhere around twenty-four more rows. At which point I can get back to work on the sleeves, which are stalled because I can't decide if I want to bring in more colors or recycle the ones that I've used.

Night, y'all.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Counting to ten. (OK, not quite.)

I've been counting rows for a few days, trying to determine exactly how many rows it takes to equal an inch in length. My best guess was 20, but the eight rows I've added recently add up to almost exactly half an inch. I am just under two inches from where the sleeves will join on.

I keep checking the wig order that I placed in the wee hours of Saturday morning. It still says "pending" on the condensed page and "picking" on the order form. I'm wondering if it really takes three days to find a wig in the warehouse, or if they are short-handed, or if there were 10,000 Maniacs insomniacs placing orders when I did.

Expected shipping date on the breakfast-in-bed tray is Friday. She'll contact me when it's ready to ship, and it's only coming from Austin, not California like the wig order.

I am knackered from this morning's physical therapy session. Time for me to go do the two exercises that I'm supposed to do twice a day, and then it's lights out for Ms. Ravelled.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

A little more progress on Avery's sweater, and an incredible offer.

My friend T is a skilled costumer. Tonight at our knitting group he asked if I would be interested in having him make a Cavalier gown for one of my larger dolls. I came home, googled the queen he had mentioned, and found an image of the dress he had in mind. It's gorgeous, and Celeste would be lovely in it.

There's just one problem: the bodice is insufficiently modest by my standards. Yes, it's the style of the times; however, for the most part my dolls are dressed in clothing that could be worn in good conscience by a temple-worthy Latter-day Saint. I don't look at my doll friends as grist for proselyting, but I want to maintain consistent standards for the dolls and me, so that if one of my friends expresses curiosity about the church, there is no dissonance between how I dress and how the dolls dress.

I fear that we have an irresistible force / immovable object situation regarding the gown. I strongly suspect that T's standards will not allow him to alter the bodice, while mine will not allow my doll to expose her shoulders and most of her bosom.

Here is a link to the gown.

I added maybe a quarter of an inch to the length of Avery's sweater body. Seriously anticlimactic, compared to that gown.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Knitting in the ER, and a wig purchase.

I have two knit nights: the one on Tuesdays that I've been attending for over ten years. And one I picked up earlier this year on Thursday nights. It's on the way home from work. That's what I thought would be happening night before last, but Middlest called me to say that Fourthborn needed to go to the ER because it sounded like kidney stones. Middlest knows a lot about kidney stones.

I need to start keeping a day's worth of my meds in my knitting bag, because I ended up taking my evening meds five hours late.

I put about another inch on the body of Avery's sweater. Roughly twenty rows. What you're seeing here measures three inches from hem to live stitches.

I ordered Adela's wig a few minutes ago. The blonde seemed too pale. The auburn seemed too intense. So I went with the two-tone brown, and it should arrive at the office early next week.

OK, I'm done. Going back to my blanket fort. It's been a long day and a half.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Nothing to see here ... but maybe something worth reading.

I put maybe two full rows on Avery's sweater body. That's it.

However, this evening Middlest gave me a crash course in Wig Buying 101. I learned which companies have stellar customer service, whose customer service has taken a nosedive, and why I might want to consider a particular company which makes wigs with plenty of hair but smaller wig caps, given Adela (yet to be renamed) and her cute airplane ears.

So I've spent an hour noodling around on the internet, much of it on the Monique website, and I've found four "definite maybes" and added that information to my spreadsheet.

I hope to have visible progress on one thing or another for you tomorrow night.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

One of the things that I like about Etsy...

Is the back-and-forth with the artisan, getting the details just right, before the order is completed and shipped out. I just sent the artisan who created the alchemist's bookcase and the harp a link to last night's blog post, showing Celeste happy with her harp and Blessing happy to be reading.

The talent of some of these folks is just astounding. There is exquisite furniture coming out of Russia for the big dolls, and lovely 1/6 scale items are available from an artisan in Spain. The breakfast-in-bed tray and fixin's are coming from Austin. So happy to support a fellow artist closer to home.

Making a deliberately early night of it, as I have a 7:00a.m. appointment, and they want me there twenty minutes early.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Ahead: breakfast in bed.

I placed another Etsy order last Friday, this time for a 1/3 scale breakfast in bed tray. Plate, heart-shaped pancakes, strawberries, glass of orange juice, small bud vase with a rose. Expected shipping date is a week from Friday. Slightly ironic, as neither Blessing nor Celeste has a bed. I suppose that will be next.

Very little knitting today. I will probably get another row or two in before bedtime, but my primary focus at the moment is the (human scale) quilt I am working on.

In the meantime, here is a picture of Celeste with the harp. No more calls, please, we have a winner.

Blessing is quite content to sit next to her sister and read.

Night, y'all.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Knitting progress

It's been a wonderfully restful day. After church, lunch, and a nap, I spent the evening listening to General Conference addresses and working on Avery's sweater.

Between the knitting I did in Sunday School and Relief Society, and what I've done since coming home, I've added half an inch to the sweater body.

And since coming home, I've added another half inch on the third sleeve. It's after 11:00, and I should probably go to bed now.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Dude looks like a lady, and other doll meetup pictures.

The guy on the left is a girl. This is the fullset he came with. I discovered this after complimenting the owner on "her" outfit and being gently corrected. Not sure who is sitting next to him.

This one has a cat. And a chainsaw (unpainted as yet).

Two more lovelies.

This is how I felt after coming home with Middlest from the ER last week (minus the piercing, and wearing significantly more clothing).

These three are clearly plotting mischief.

As are these two. I think the one on the right looks a little like Goldie Hawn in her prime.

Just standing here, minding my own business.

And the last two. I did not take pictures of Middlest's or Fourthborn's dolls, as I get to see them all the time here at home.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Went to the doll meet tonight.

I think all three of us overdid it. Nevertheless, I'm glad I went. Fourthborn and I have been coming to these for roughly three years, and I'm finally getting comfortable in the group. It's very diverse, which I love.

We took Fourthborn home, and I drove back through scattered showers. We are currently under a severe thunderstorm warning (most severe level) and a tornado watch until 1:00a.m.

I took a lot of pictures, but I have no idea if any of them are worth looking at. I'm about to fall over from weariness, so the immediate priority is to clear off my bed and call it a day.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

It's here! (She's not enthused.)

Two shots of Blessing with the harp. Here she is looking nonplussed.

In this one she looks vaguely alarmed.

I don't know if her arms are too heavy, or it's just that I haven't played with her much in the seven years I've owned her. Middlest will help me figure out what's what. Meanwhile, her arms refuse to come anywhere near that harp, as if she were saying, "Get this thing out of my face and put me back with my books!"

Here are some closeups of the harp. The detail is just amazing, and I'm so grateful that the artisan was able to repair and restore the harp to its intended glory.

BJDAttic on Etsy. This is the last one of these that she's making.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Progress on Avery's sweater.

I've done a lot of knitting today. This doesn't look like much, but it's eleven rows of stockinette above six rows of garter stitch. I've done at least eight of those rows since I woke up. Eight rows x 134 stitches per row equals 1,072 stitches. Not counting the ones that slipped off the tips of my needles and had to be caught and re-knitted.

By my calculations the sweater body needs to be 5 3/8 inches long before I join the sleeves. I spent the better part of an hour working out the math for the raglan decreases. This piece is 7/8 inch long. We are talking something like 104 rows from the bottom of the sweater to the armscye.

Yeah. I'm a little bit crazy.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Something my son-in-law said at my birthday party.

He didn't know (or had forgotten) that I have a blog. He suggested that I monetize it. I've resisted that on the primary blog for years and one of my dear young friends has monetized hers and is supporting her family of five quite nicely with the proceeds.

I'm toying with the idea of monetizing this blog. I may or may not have enough traffic to qualify. I know that I get annoyed as heck with the lifestyle blogs that Bloglovin' pushes at me. And I would love to boost the Etsy shops that I frequent, the doll companies I do business with, etc. I would probably also find new places to spend my doll money. That could be a mixed blessing [insert sheepish face here].

I don't have any pictures for you today, but I'm pleased to report that Avery's sweater is underway again. Knitting swathes of stockinette is something I can do in the car when I'm stuck at train crossings, drive-thrus, and long lights. I still need to catch the third sleeve up with the second sleeve, but that's a sit-still-and-focus task. And I need to order more laceweight from Knit Picks. They've come out with a handful of new colors which should play nicely with the ones that I already have.

I'm going to pray over the money thing and see if I can get some inspiration as to how I should proceed.

I'm off work tomorrow, so I hope to have progress shots for you when I post tomorrow night.

Monday, April 17, 2017

A very dolly Easter, with the Yo-SD's, and a surprise guest.

We have a lot more dolls in this size than in the tinies. These three are all Middlest's: Toby, on the left. Twinkle, the deertaur, holding the pink egg for Sarabelle, kneeling.

Middlest's Owen Sebastian.

Middlest's Simon Oliver.

Charity, looking wiped out with her full bucket.

Middlest's Doran, sulking as usual. (Yes, I made his sweater.)

Middlest's Noname (pronounced noNAHmeh, as he is currently without a proper name), the little daredevil who climbed to the top of the statue.

Faith and Middlest's Starshine. Faith is holding tightly to a pink egg and saying, "No, you can't have it. This one is mine." Starshine is not happy about that.

Middlest's Christopher Owen, getting ready to eat that blue egg, and Hope, reclining semi-gracefully on the piano keys, because she likes all things musical.

I nearly forgot Middlest's Link.

And bringing up the rear is Avery, who asks, "How could they miss all of these eggs?"