Lily holds the letter she received from her son-in-law in the last episode . . . and again begins to paint. Exhausted, she collapses against the easel
Daisy was my first doll, and photographing her taking off was my first step into my doll adventure. I fell in love with the image of her lying in her bathrobe with her hair sprawled out behind her. And I loved it even when the lighting was ridiculous and her room was obviously way too... Continue Reading →
Daisy has finally put the pieces together, and now her adventure begins. She packs her things . . . waves goodbye . . . and as she pulls out of the driveway, someone watches from the upstairs window . . . waves, . . . and then collapses in tears.
I'm right at that part of the storyline where a bunch of plot threads get woven together, and I'm still working out how they mesh. I should be back with daisy's story on wednesday.
Today I'm going to do a brief comparison between Daisy - my Wildflower doll on a made-to-move Barbie body - and Jinjur - a 1/6 scale ball joint doll from Aimerai dolls. These two (and Lily, who's on the same body as Daisy) are the best posers in my group. Starting at the foot, both... Continue Reading →
Camellia's dog rescue takes place on a very simple set. It's literally just: A black piece of foamboard, with a bit of sand sprinkled at the front Underneath a lovely pieces of stained glass, from my friend Diana In front of a vinyl photo backdrop of a full moon over the ocean. Here's the set,... Continue Reading →
As we catch up with Camellia, we find her scanning the horizon. I had lots of grand, and even mundane plans for this episode, but they were not to be. One involved the source of the dog - I'd imagined at first that Camellia would spot a passenger boat sinking and the dog would come... Continue Reading →
I'm still mid class on the puppet animation, but it's already had a huge impact on how I look at positioning my dolls. If you look at almost any doll photo - mine included - they all look like they hit that point in Madonna's "Vogue" song where she says - "Strike a pose." They... Continue Reading →
Somewhere, in a galaxy very close and yet so far from the one I inhabit, there are people spending $60 on doll shoes. Teeny, tiny doll shoes, which don't have to be comfortable or stand up to a single step of walking. In that world, you can purchase a bra, which never has to support... Continue Reading →
(panting, drops to couch and starts typing) Am I late? Sorry, I got all caught up in house cleaning this weekend (which has been neglected woefully these last six months) and am just getting back to posting now. I imagine you thought, from the title, that I was cleaning my doll house. Actually, the dolls... Continue Reading →