Good Bones

I must suffer from Multiple Personality Disorder...half the time I'm researching Civil War era rag dolls, trying to understand the period costumes and fabric patterns, and the other half, I'm dreaming up bizarre stuff like this.

The basket was a thrift shop find--a cornucopia with a handle and three stubby legs.  Of course it had to be a doll, but other than that, who knew?  I had no idea in mind, no preconceived notion of what I was making, even as I rolled the first wad of clay in my hands. 

I call her "Good Bones" because she reminds me of those bored high-fashion models...