Dear Diary

I registered for convention yesterday, and spent a while getting the lay of the land.  And goggling like a country cousin at that monster resort.  I mean, La Quinta is more our style, given the pets and the degree of income we're willing to allocate to a roof and clean sheets.

Still, there I was, huffing from my smart choice of taking the stairs.  The wisdom of this choice is debatable, but maybe by the end of convention, I won't huff so much.  Today will be moving in the Helper Doll, whose name is Ivy Jane Adams.  She's around 15" tall or so, her gown is old cotton and her cap is antique linen.  Old crochet lace on both.
 

I posted photos on FB of these last two...from now on, my online time might be less regular.

These are Pierrot and Billy the Kid. 

I am going to have so much fun this week...learning, teaching, and goggling at dolls.  Thank you, hubby, for talking me into the full monty on this deal.  Love you.

Send In The Clowns...

Serious earworm lately, ever since I thought of that line.  Isn't it rich?

But I've had Vintage Circus on the brain lately, in many forms.  And I discovered a small cache of antique jump-rope handles.  What's a girl to do but make dolls, right?  They're all different but similar...since there are only six of them--I don't plan to scour the world for antique jump-rope handles to make MORE--I guess you could call this a very limited edition.  The last two dolls I made from tiny blocks, but they're still clowny.
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Now, maybe that I've finished these dolls and posted their pictures, I will no longer hear that song in my head.  I'm not holding out much hope, however, because I also plan a (short) line of little stuffed clowns inspired by the plastic faced, cloth body dolls of the 40's.  I had so much fun finding polka dotted fabric!

Oh well.  Send in the clowns...there ought to be...clowns.