her name was lola
she was a show girl. yellow feathers in her hair with a dress cut up to there. she would merengue and do the cha-cha…….i am sure you are familiar with the song. i really do love that song. i love most barry manilow songs to be quite honest. even mandy. but the question, really, is will the poor orphan who receives this doll think the same thing every time she looks at it? i mean, what was i thinking? tropical. bright colors. big lips. wide eyes.
ok. so i’d never made a doll before and my heart was in the right place. i just feel bad that she doesn’t look more little girlish. i actually sewed the whole thing by hand. excepting one of her frilly sleeves, which due to serious deadline issues had to be done on the machine. and in the end, i must say that i like making dolls. she really grew on me. i liked making her skirt. i liked how the blanket stitch makes a nice hem, the blanket stitch being on the inside of the garment. there is something very soothing about sewing by hand. for over a month she traveled all over the place with me, in a bag, along with her body parts, stuffing and all colors of threads.
i did send her barefoot, which kind of bothers me, but after a long nite of doing the cha-cha, who needs shoes anyway…….