Last weekend while Husband was gone on his dude ski/camp/hot spring trip to Mammoth, Sophie and I took a doll making class at a new studio near us, The Workshop. They have a lovely, inviting space with lots of natural light and offer all sorts of crafty classes. I knew Sophie would love doll making, but I was anticipating it would be something I would endure on her behalf. Surprise! I loved it, and I wasn't half bad at doll making. Who knew?
Much of the afternoon's success is owed to Ellen, our fabulous teacher who would have none of my claims that I am creatively impaired once removed from the kitchen. She patient with and encouraging to both of us.
We started off with pipe cleaners, winding colored embroidery thread around and around to make the limbs.
It's starting to look like a doll, isn't it? Ellen takes a very flexible approach to it all: things don't have to be done a single certain way, and if you mess up, there are lots of ways to fix things. Or you can just leave it as is because, as she pointed out, it's a doll. I like her philosophy.
I was worried though when we got to the next stage: dressing the doll, which Ellen claimed to be the fun part. Not really to someone who can hardly dress herself. But we had oodles of fabric, ribbon, buttons, rickrack (love that stuff) from which to choose, and I think I did alright. I made two: a flower fairy and a woodland fairy.
Sophie wanted to make an entire family and made a good start by producing the girl and the baby. We got to take some materials home so she can finish the dad and the mom. I don't think there is to be a brother. She did really well, following instructions and behaving well for three hours, especially considering it really was an adult class.
Thank you, Ellen, for a wonderful afternoon! We'll be back for more classes soon!
In the meantime, our dolls are happy in their new home and have been playing the garden.