Ragged

My husband's grandmother died the Saturday after Thanksgiving. She got to spend a last Thanksgiving with her family and died in the presence of those who love her. She was 90 and her health had deteriorated to the point that she had hospice care, so it was probably for the best. Still, she's going to be missed. She was a really lovely lady, with a great sense of humour (I think that she'd have been laughing away at the stories told at her funeral). She kept her wit to the end and blatantly spoiled her great-grandchildren. I hope that they treasure their memories of her. She'll be missed.
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So, things are still a little behind around here. I've decided to have my giveaway on my 99th post, as the 100th is just taking too darn long to get here, so keep an eye out for my next post. My poor neglected blog, blog reader and inbox. Christmas is really starting to sneak up on me, but I've made a large dent in the Christmas gift list today. At last count, I have got 2 presents to buy and 6 left to make by the 18th. That's doable, right? If I whip up some straitjackets for my kids first, that is... Oh, that reminds me: I need to take a picture of my kids and sort out some Christmas cards.
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Can you keep a secret? This is one of the Christmas gifts that I have knocked out. After a year or so of procrastination, missing both a Christmas and a birthday, I finally made my daughter a rag doll.
The pattern is the Amy doll by Joan Russell, given to me, um, a long, long time ago by the ever so sweet Mr Monkeysuit after I told her how much I adored her version (later given a new 'do). I did shorten the neck (I had previously ended up with a slightly upturned face, that suggested the far too innocent expression of wonder for a doll that was supposed to look a little like my daughter).
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It took me ages to find yarn that was similar in colour to my daughter's hair. That wasn't helped by my not being sure what colour hair my daughter actually does have, as it can look light brown, blondish and ginger all on the same day, depending on the light (I tossed a coin to decide what to write in the hair colour box on her passport application form...). Unfortunately the only thing similar was these patches in a variegated yarn - I just managed to squeeze out long enough strips to copy her short hair (the result of her repeatedly giving herself the odd haircut - you see now why an innocent expression would not have been suitable?). And then I nicked the idea of using a Waldorf doll face from Mr Monkeysuit, as it looked a lot easier than trying to embroider on an expression. Ok, a hint of a smile did sneak on.
I had plans for multiple outfits, but had forgotten that sewing teeny, tiny sleeves etc. would be bloomin' fiddly and time-consuming. They'll have to wait.
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Translation of the day:
UK English: nick = to steal in US English.
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Take care,