Making dolls is a pleasure.
Normally I meander through the process a bit. It’s just how I tend to work… I sort of multitask consecutively, if that makes any sense.
I sit down and do a bit of sewing, a bit of social media-ing, a spot of housework, have a cup of tea.
Then I sort of start the process again, interrupting myself with lunch (maybe browsing a bit of Pinterest at the same time), sewing again, doing the washing, more tea, sewing, making dinner, another cup of tea, finishing off the sewing for the day, then tidying up the kitchen in time for the family to eat.
It’s not necessarily the most efficient way to work perhaps, but it does mean that I get done the things I need to do besides sewing.
But sometimes things have to be a bit more focused on the sewing front.
Like when you have a deadline moved forward inadvertently, by a thoughtful partner booking a holiday to coincide with your birthday.
So for the past few days I have been sewing like a demon to get the current batch of Liberty handmade dolls done and dusted before we head off to Cornwall.
And I’ve done it! Pat on the back from me, to me!
I’m quite pleased with how they turned out. They all have their own personalities, which is just as it should be.
Just one thing that couldn’t be done on a Sunday…
We’ll have to stop and find a post office en route to Cornwall, to send the Liberty girls off on their merry way.
Because there’s no point meeting a deadline if you don’t manage to get the resulting creations off to where they are meant to go, by the time they are meant to be there. ♥