Labour of Love

Two dolls commissioned by a friend. A very good friend.
Only just finished in time to be whisked off on holiday.
I forgot to photograph the girl in her skirt and jacket.
Regardless of how long I have for a project I am always hurrying, fretting, at the end.
First stitched were the clothes; for her the reversible skirt, for him the Shweshwe suit. This was months ago. The jumper was made last year. And the last thing to be sewn is always the mouth. I was totally immersed in their world by the end, dreaming of little poetry books, sleeping bags, umbrellas...