Slowly does it as dollmaking merges seamlessly with gardening and sewing and walks and dreams and cups of tea shared with my big girl in her last year at home. We laugh and sometimes cry, we put the world to rights and talk absolute piffle.
Through the week she makes jewellery and I make dolls, the house is a place of creativity and stuff, all the stuff you need to make things and lives. On the weekends he works energetically in the garden, chops wood for the fire, fixes and maintains and reads and yearns to travel.
I love this life and these almost twins. It's just the best thing to imagine something, a feeling more than an accurate picture and then see it come to life in an unforced organic way, kind of like the way I imagined my life, ( apart from wanting a house with bay windows and window seats) I only ever imagined the way I wanted to feel in my life and I have been pretty lucky.