We've been through a lot with hubby lately, he was really sick.
Things are better now.
When I need to relax I make dolls.
I never liked plastic dolls, barbies and so on.
The only dolls I like were:
a plush doll named Caroline when I was 2. She was a bit rotten and my dad burnt her...
a rag doll my granny gave to me. My other granny told me if was an ugly doll.
I have a weird story with dolls I guess.
I like those I make. They make me smile. They look silly and a bit scary. Maybe like me?