I remembered recently that I had a dream, probably four or more years ago, about stopping at an old colonial farm house. While everyone else was touring the house, I sat outside with a girl who was making dolls. Somehow, in the dream, the dolls were very important. I'm pretty sure I journaled that dream, so I need to look it up. I find it interesting that now I've fallen into doll-making. Maybe my spirit guides were trying to point me in this direction way back then. There was another dream maybe a year or so before that, about me making and painting dishes. In that dream, I understood that the message was to stop working for someone else and start
Creating, and creating for ME and not for someone else. So, now we've established that I'm a slow learner. Or a slow listener, but my spirit guides are persistent.
But, here are my latest incarnations of the dolls of my dreams. I love the little gal with a flower in her hair. I imagine her soft-spoken and demure, with a childish streak.
This time I painted their eyes instead of using beads for eyes. I like the result, but I need a) fresher paints. Mine were so dried out it was hard to mix, and hard to avoid gloppy work. And b) a tiny paint brush. I used the smallest one I had on hand, but it wasn't small enough. Another excuse to go to Hobby Lobby!
