Louie Louie Bebe

Grace, Faith and Hope : New Waldorf Dolls

 

Grace was the perfect model.

I had fun posing her.

 

 

 

 

 

Elza and I reorganized the studio yesterday. It involved a lot of folding, rolling, labeling, purging, clearing and more folding, even, and a lot of moaning, groaning and sighing. A lot of sighing.

Naturally, Elza did most of the folding, Bianca, (our terrier) did most of the rolling, I did most of the labeling and most of the moaning and yes, I absolutely excelled when it came to sighing.

I am an excellent sigh-er;

Ahhhhh.

yes.

I have had years of practice.

 

Now the studio is so tidy, it absolutely terrifies me.

It is the blank page syndrome.

Luckily, I have orders to finish, which gives me no choice but to work, work, work. I am quite sure that at the end of this week my studio will revert to its' normal, chaotic state.

 

To be continued.

 

 

 

Shocking revelations

No wonder I have a head ache at the end of each day. It is simply impossible to manage everything I want in just 24 hours.

I have recently discovered I cannot function without sleep. How bizarre is that.

Before I became a mother, I used to say that sleep was one of my hobbies. Unfortunately, since I became a mother, this hobby seems to be more of an item on my wish list. 

 

Things to do before I die:

Get some sleep.

 

 

The studio is bursting with fabric, doll parts, yarn, books, Shtuff. My head is bursting with ideas.

The notebook is bursting with orders. Each morning I wake up from my 15 minutes power nap, and promise myself that today I am going to finish this order, start that order, get the shop organized, print some pics, blog..

Ha.

Then the ninjah turtles return home from kindergarten and day care and I am sucked into the roller coaster, and the studio looks like a fata morgana, a mirage.  A place for my retirement. My Miami, florida.

 

How do other women do it? Work, kids, relationships, friends, a hair cut, a manicure, lunch..

 

Pfff.  If you would look at my hands you would think I work in the fields all day, fighting evil roses, and dancing with crocodiles. Every needle I pick up ends up attacking me. My cutting table really get in my way.

Why is that?

I will tell you why. It's because I am tired.

T. I. R. E. D

 

But the dolls are cute. cute. I throughly enjoy making them. I become giddy just looking at the piles of fabric, vintage ribbons, vintage buttons. Making a new doll is exciting, surprising, like writing a new character in a story. Somehow each doll develops a unique personality, eventhough the process is the same;

A few ounces of wool roving, cotton thread, rib knit..mix it all up and suddenly, a doll emerges.

 

 

Esther : A Beautiful Waldorf doll looking for a home

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Endings: a little bunny found a home

Perfect gifts

Yesterday we had a photo shoot for Louie's soft animals.

We had elephants, white bears, grey bears and other friendly creatures roaming up and down the studio.

 

We had soft cuddly dolls posing wherever you looked. One hung from the curtain pole.

That's how crowded it was.

 

We had tears, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. I loved every minute of it.

 

 

 

White Bear

 is a perfect size for little hands to hold.

 

 

 

 

The Fabric PomPoms 

 so lovely paired up

 

These beautiful fabric PomPoms were inspired by the fabulous

MollyChicken

Louie's New Pink Logo

It is finally ready and, better yet, there is a similar one in blue.

 

New Logo for Louie

We are working on a new logo .
This time the 'we' is not the usual Royal we, but we. A fab designer [Victoria Mena] and I.

The logo is so lovely. ab fab and Ms. Mena should be decorated with a medal for surviving this extravagant ordeal. She is a brave, brave woman.

 

I am squeaking with excitement.

 

Or it may be my poor, aching bones.  The kids believe I am literally rock solid, so they climb all over me every chance they get and, dude. After a while it really, really hurts.

 

The studio is packed with new dolls and fabric creatures eager to get their 15 minutes of fame online.
Alas, my camera, that old drama queen, decided this is the perfect timing to self combust.
And so it did.
Sort of.

Ok. I am lying.

 

I lost the cable thing that connects the plug with the play, without which there is nothing. Who would have thunk. A silly short black cable holding so much power. Ridiculous. Outrageous. Even.

 

Ah and then, the battery door  simply will. not. keep. shut.

I tried the trick where you tape it with, em, some sort of tape.

It did not hold.

 

So. Yes. Where were we.

 

I am not a very spiritual person, but this surprising turn of events leeds me to believe that I, too, can see the future and, strangely, this future holds a new, easy to operate,

 c a m e r a.

 

Yeep. 

Just, plug and play. Just stick it in, and click clack clank. Zoom in, Zoom out, upload and publish.

 

ish.

Gold velvet pillow