Okay, it’s official.
I thought I won’t be sad seeing any of my dolls go. I mean, they’re just dolls. Things. They’re not even completely made by me, only painted, rooted, and assembled. I didn’t sculpt them, only covered them in layers of paint and things like that. Right? Well…
Today, I’ve sold my siggy doll, my Honey. I know I should be happy (and I am). I’ve gotten what I’ve asked for her, probably much more than she really is worth. She’s one of my firsts. Her creases were far too red, her lips, too, and her hair wasn’t rooted perfectly. I could have also do a better job with the nails and mottling.
I didn’t even like the darn kit when I first got it. Gotta admit it looked “evil” to me, nothing like the prototype. And then, I’ve started the painting. Then the rooting. Then added those gentle blonde eyebrows. And the little “thing” grew on me. Became my “signature” doll, the doll with most character, regardless of her flaws and my inexperience.
I know I can always get another one. And probably make a much better job at it, too. But still, I never expected I’d be sad if I sold a doll! I wasn’t when I sold my first three, even though they were done better than Honey.
I feel for the first time that I’ve actually “bonded” with a doll. And just wanted to say that until now I didn’t understand what you ladies meant by that.
Anyway, I won’t be sad for very long There’s still one RuBert Heather waiting to be done, and also my most wanted Sophia Madelina kit arrived today. Not to mention the dolly dollars
And besides, Honey is in good hands - a gorgeous four and a half year old girl and her mom’s!
Thanks for reading. If you’ve got a similar story to share, I’d love to read it!
