Rosie’s first real adventure begins, quietly enough, with trains, dolls, and a bedtime story. and then . . . to be continued in about 4 weeks when we return to Rosie’s story. First, great news! I managed to reattach the… Continue Reading →
When I first told Camellia I was giving her a bluebird as a companion, she laughed. Warmly and sweetly, of course, with her air of sadness, but still, a laugh. I’m not sure what I was thinking. Maybe of Snow… Continue Reading →
I have a series of shots of my husband from our hikes titled “Bob, dwarfed by nature” where he appears very small against enormous mountains, waterfalls, etc. For my dolls, however, I don’t have to get out of the backyard… Continue Reading →
Daisy continues her day-in-the-life with a quick bike ride along with her camera and dog. On the technical piece – I’m almost at the end of my have-to-be-photoshopped pictures and hoping to explore some new outdoor photohraphy techniques soon. I’ll… Continue Reading →
Rosie is the only doll who doesn’t get to travel the world – so I wanted to be sure that the world could come to her. In her story, it flows in through open casement windows. She sleeps under the… Continue Reading →
Rosie needs to have a certain kind of look to pull off her scenes. She has to be young – younger then most “teen” dolls; she has to be sweet; but she also has to be a little mischievous. That’s… Continue Reading →
Rosie is my one “kid” doll, and she’ll have more kid-like adventures than my other dolls. That means both that I won’t put her in danger (no ocean journeys for Rosie) and that many of her adventures are pure flights… Continue Reading →
I used to have a dining room. You know, one of those standard rooms with a big dining room table, 6 or so chairs, and a low hanging lamp. None of that is left – the dolls took it. At… Continue Reading →
I started searching for a boat for Camellia as soon as I realized she was going to reach the island under her own steam, and not simply wash up on shore. It turns out, there aren’t a lot of boats… Continue Reading →
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