Finding a familiar for Camellia

When I first told Camellia I was giving her a bluebird as a companion, she laughed. Warmly and sweetly, of course, with her air of sadness, but still, a laugh. I'm not sure what I was thinking. Maybe of Snow White singing with the bluebirds. maybe of a lovely bluebird my Aunt Shirley gave... Continue Reading →


Setting Camellia Adrift

On the 12th page of my doll notebook - where I jot down tasks and notes - I've written"sort out ocean." I even have a checkbox next to it, so that I can check it off my list when the ocean is done being sorted out. Camellia's ocean is about to take a starring role,... Continue Reading →

My Doll Adventure 05: Enter Raven, stage right

Camellia's journey continues, with an unexpected guest. One of the difficult things about posting drafts of in-progress work is that I'm forever realizing that I did something wrong the first time. In this case, that I didn't make Camellia's early images in B&W (you'll see why,... Continue Reading →

Lily waits in the wings

There's one more character, waiting in the wings. Lily is the only doll I had custom made. My other dolls are all variations of Andrea's (from Wildwood dolls) available characters. But, when I went looking for an older, female doll, I couldn't find any. So I asked Andrea to make one, based on my favorite... Continue Reading →

Dolls in the great outdoors

I have a series of shots of my husband from our hikes titled "Bob, dwarfed by nature" where he appears very small against enormous mountains, waterfalls, etc. For my dolls, however, I don't have to get out of the backyard before they're made to look as small as, well, they are. Here, for example, is... Continue Reading →

My Doll Adventure 04: Daisy shoots the sky

Daisy continues her day-in-the-life with a quick bike ride along with her camera and dog.                      On the technical piece -... Continue Reading →

A casement window for Rosie

Rosie is the only doll who doesn't get to travel the world - so I wanted to be sure that the world could come to her. In her story, it flows in through open casement windows. She sleeps under the open windows, and, every night, some new adventure creeps in and rests on her pillow,... Continue Reading →

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