Thank you to everyone who left such kind comments about my kitty. I feel better as time goes by, but I still find myself dissolving into tears on a semi-regular basis...a slow better, I guess.
Some new dolls and busts found their way into the shop this week. The dolls have arms, so being the vain little things they are, they have elbowed their way in front of the poor busts who can do nothing but sit there and look pretty. Here is the deceptively lovely Violet: the voice of meadowlark, the scent of Baby's Breath perpetually wafting
about her. Just don't play cards with her...she'll take you for all
you're worth without even flinching.
And there is also Lulu, head of fire!
Lulu works as a governess for a cruel couple with four beastly children who
are always short-sheeting her bed and putting spiders in her cold
gruel. She is saving enough money to go live in a grotto in Paris, read
Rimbaud and become a tortured painter. In the meantime she wears fierce boots...
And now, elbow-less and waiting patiently, are the busts inspired by the one I made for husband a couple of months ago. (I love that these are paperclay - my clay of choice - but can be made in a few days, whereas the dolls take ever so long...) Betka was dropped off at a nunnery as an infant and raised in the
cloister. She rebelled against the holy orders, however, when she ran
off with a dark Slovakian traveller who stole her heart but gave her
wisdom and new name.
And finally, sweet Beatrix. I loved learning how to make ringlets for Thea (in my last post) and so tried more here...they might give her an air of innocence, but Beatrix is headed for a world of trouble; she was a child prodigy and could sing every part in Madama Butterfly by
age five. Recently she has started running with a bad crowd, crying
into a gin-soaked hanky and listening to Bessie Smith.
You can see more pictures of all of these ladies in my shop.
Finally, I leave on this beautiful, sunny afternoon with a sad love song. I've been out riding on my bike twice today, and have tried to enjoy the weather, but the truth is, I'm now having a glass of sherry and feeling a little blue. I love that this song, by Scout Niblett (find this woman - she's melancholy and punky and she plays some kick-ass guitar AND drums) and Will Oldham, is so aching and lovely and yet the video is funny and quite bizarre.
