I’m flipping the schedule the week (and maybe for the following weeks as well, if it works out well.) So, instead of starting with the finished episode on Monday and talking about it the next couple of days, I’m going… Continue Reading →
The doll who plays Cado was emotionally exhausted after his final take. Camellia came by to give him a little moral support. and finally young Daisy joined the group. I’m going to let the girls (and guy) chill and get… Continue Reading →
What Cado sees. The fight . . . Camellia and the girls gone . . . Items washed up on the shore . . . A teddy bear . . . His letter to Lily , , , Nothing …. Continue Reading →
As part of moving every object in my house to a new location, I had to move Camellia’s set. Here’s the old set, on top of one of my workshop tables And here’s the new set, in the wire bookcase… Continue Reading →
Camellia has successfully brought the half-drowned dog back to health, but, worrying that the nights are too cold for him, starts to build a shelter.
Without moving to a new home, I seem to have set off a cascade of smaller changes which resulted in every single object in my home being moved to another location within my home. Add to that that this morning… Continue Reading →
It’s been a traumatic few weeks here in doll adventure land: Rosie in tears, Camellia and young Daisy being assaulted, and Lily collapsed in horror. Fortunately, it’s just a story, and right now the dolls are relaxing happily between takes.
Lily holds the letter she received from her son-in-law in the last episode . . . and again begins to paint. Exhausted, she collapses against the easel
Daisy was my first doll, and photographing her taking off was my first step into my doll adventure. I fell in love with the image of her lying in her bathrobe with her hair sprawled out behind her. And I… Continue Reading →
Camellia’s dog rescue takes place on a very simple set. It’s literally just: A black piece of foamboard, with a bit of sand sprinkled at the front Underneath a lovely pieces of stained glass, from my friend Diana In front… Continue Reading →
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