Green story

I received an order to sew my Mary Jane shoes in green,

When they were done I left them on my desk in order to shoot them later,

The tiny lady found them and though they would match perfect to her dress, if she was just a bit bigger,

but she is tiny, and so does her family.
The shoes were perfect as a grass for little creatures like them, and they had some quality time together.

The dogs played with the lady handbag,

The adults enjoyed their peaceful place on the grass.

And the girls found a new home to play in, not far away.

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Crochet lace and cloth handbag

I made new handbag, now listed at my store.
It's made by cotton fabric handbag with crochet and embroidery details .
The handles are made by rope that I crocheted, It's took me almost day and a half to decide whether I should use it or use only the cloth handles, and where should I place the crochet lace details, but now I quite love it, I think I will save the first one for myself, my stuff are already inside anyway.

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Handbag

This bag was for long on my mind, but there was too many things to do before, but this week it was the perfect week for designing and sewing a handbag.
So here it is listed at my store.

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Generations of dolls

It was difficult to break apart from the new punk couple,
well I knew from the very beginning that it's going to happen they were costume order, but I really going to miss them, although
I know that they are going to a wonderful place.
It's funny to compare them to my other dolls, while putting them together I suddenly noticed how long I went at the last two years with the dolls making (these at the photos are only from the last year, the older ones were too shy to join the shoots, you can watch them at the archive).
The process of the dolls making become more interesting, I put more attention in each doll, but it's also more exhausting, and the result is that I am developing stronger feelings to the creations.

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Cloth punk couple

These are the new dolls I was making at the last few weeks.
I have already posted some photos of them but here they are the all story.

If you were wondering here is all the details about their styling:
She wear jeans skirt, jersey T with Merilyn print and handmade embroidery, sleeves are designed with many cuts.
Her jacket and boots are black leather, bag is made by crocheted old shirts bands. tights are black lace.
She have some piercing on her face, nipple and bellybutton.
He wear pair of jeans with patches and cuts, jersey T shirt with embroidery over it's cut. his jumper made by crocheted bands of old shirts. He have little leather men wallet at his pocket that hang on a chain that joined to his pants by key holder. he wear pair of black sneakers with off white stripes (Adidas style) He have some piercings on his face and on his right nipple. His hair is black with spots of red and turquoise.
They are 30"/85cm
Their faces made by mixed media of painting and embroidery, All of their garments and accessories made by recycled clothes.

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creatures in the grass

Some of my creatures found new pasture area.
And some place to relax after long day of pasturing.
Well some of the garments of my new dolls were done and waiting to be worn.

So does some doll's booties

sneakers,

and embroidered Tee,

Meanwhile it became a perfect playground to a tiny creatures.

I kept on cutting old clothes in order to create more garments and accessories to the new cloth couple.

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Fever

I had an awful week, began with flu and fever, ended by stolen bicycle.

These shoes were waiting for me at Sunday afternoon there were only few stitches to be done, something that shouldn't take long more then one or two hours, it's took almost five with fever. When it was done I really couldn't do nothing but getting back to bed.

The day after I didn't even tried to get out of it, feeling half dead most of the day.Well this tiny family managed to pull me out in order to shoot their day trip at the new shoes. I couldn't refused that.

Weirder things happened afterwards.

While I was sleeping I dreamed that I am again at the the hairdressing salon (I had an haircut at real life, one week ago, it was first time after almost three years of very long hair). When my turn is coming and I am sitting in front of the mirror I think to myself that I love my hair in the way it is and don't have any need in a new haircut, after all I had new one only one week ago, I felt very embarrassed at the dream that I came back even though I didn't want any changes with my hair, and wondered if I should tell that to the hairdresser and leave or to let him cut my hair again even though I don't want to.

Well I am not much interested in the meaning of this dream. While I have a fever I have so many dreams full of stupid details and stupid scenes like this one.

The only reason I am writing about this one is that at the afternoon of the same day when I still had fever and weird feeling all over my body and mind I received SMS message from the hairdresser that my turn is at 19:00 o'clock and why am I so late ( it was almost 19:30).

Well I am not that full, it was at the same day and same hour but one week ago, I have fever but yet really satisfied with my new haircut.

Whether I did made any phone call which I can't remember because of the fever?

That was awful weird and embarrassing feeling.

Hesitated I sent an SMS clearing that it was a week ago, he answered that he is sorry he wrote my turn at a wrong date on his dairy.

The day after my fever reduced I felt great, after two days sleeping and watching stupid design and makeover TV programs all over the day. I had Lot's of energy and a lot of mess at my studio to make some makeover to it.

At the beginning it looked like that-

or that-

At the next day it was already like that-

The overlock machine was at reparation (at the same days as I was recovering from the flu) Gal helped me to bring it back home when we both (me and the overlock) were better and the room were clean and tidy.

I was so glad that morning I felt good my studio looked good and I had this machine worked as if it was new.

At noon I thought maybe I should take my bicycle upstairs, we left them locked downstairs when we brought the machine, well the bicycle were not there any more.

At least I have more space for me and my dolls.

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Turning into someone else

Suddenly I noticed that this couple, whom I became familiar with at the last few days are going to change in a while, I know I am going to miss this painted look, which going to be combined with embroidery.

Besides taking care of these two, I am teaching 7-9 years old kids at a needlecraft workshop, they are so cute, and it is fun to work with them. Before I though them I though a workshop at the same place to 8 twelve years old girls they were the rudest girls I have ever meet, it was so hard to work with them, seems like they don't have any passion to create things with their hands, or any sense of creativity, well maybe some sense they did have they are yet only twelve, but it was worthless while they hadn't any patience to learn and to deal with unsuccessfulness which is essential when you learn some needlecrafts from the very beginning (some of them didn't know to thread a needle).
Does the 7-9 ones having different character or they will be the same when they grow up? (I really wish it is a character matter)
3 of the girls at the current workshop are only 7 they are the smartest the funniest, and cutest.
It is much easier to teach them, it seems that they have much faster comprehending, they are more curios and eager to learn, they don't mind when they have difficulties from time to time, and they have genius
creativity ideas,.
Oh and those 7 years old have the best humor too, they talk to their shirts, telling them instructions like "my dear shirt please don't move while I am sewing this button", playing funny games with their hats, I once asked one of them why does she throwing her hat up, and her answer was that she is playing with the air and the sky....
I am wondering whether they are going to be the same at the age of 12,
or that the awful 12 years old were the same when they were 7 ?

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