One of the first things I do when Christmas draws near is to take the Father Christmas dolls out of their boxes. It's a happy reunion, for I seem to forget each year how much I love them. I really can't believe that I made them (What has happened to my creativity?) This one is my favorite. His name is Zeke. He is dressed all in fur from his head to his feet.
The little trees, one rather tallish and the other not so tall, are tucked into a tiny space in the sewing room. Why, it's becoming more and more like a lovely little forest in this room. It would be such a happy thing to sew in a forest, don't you think? (When I was a kid, I used to take needle and thread into the woods and sew leaves together for garlands to pretty up my playhouse.) Maybe, if I just left these little trees up all year round, I would be inspired to get more sewing done. At the very least, if it doesn't snow this year (but, I really think it will), there would still be snow inside to enjoy!
I really love the face on the blue-eyed Santa below. He looks a lot like my Scotch-Irish relatives on my mother's side of the family. Most of my dolls have brown eyes like my dark-eyed husband and daughter. I named this Father Christmas doll, Raphael. He would never even think about taking a bundle of switches to a child on Christmas.
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| "Raphael" ~ A Father Christmas Doll |
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| "Legend" ~ A Father Christmas Doll |
Now, I am off to sew on the Christmas dolls' dresses. Hopefully, the little trees will work their magic and I will be able to finish the sewing soon. I hope all of your Christmas plans are going well, and that you have a little magic to help you along too. Take care!
Mary
