Our doll club had a gift exchange this year. We all got to draw a name from a bag. I was excited about making something special for my person. I asked my sister, Diana, for a special piece of fabric for this project. She handed me a small wrinkled plastic grocery bag. My first reaction was disappointment until I opened this crumpled bag and saw this gray shimmery piece of cloth. The tag attached to it read, Poganza. I never heard of it but fell in love with it. I must have more. I wanted this doll to have an antique boudoir look with a modern twist. How did I do?This past weekend I handed over my gift in a no frills package. I'm ashamed to say it was a postal box inside a garbage bag. Hey, give me a break. I was burning the midnight oil for the past week. Her reaction was more than positive. I was touched by it.
I've always enjoyed creating things since I was a little girl. While my brother and sisters were out learning to ride bikes I would sit on a couch for hours making paper dolls and storing them in an envelope I stapled together out of construction paper. My first experience sewing was inspired by a book I ordered from a fundraiser in elementary school. With it's simple projects to sew, I chose to make an apron. My mother gave me an old garment to use for material. I sewed a square together forgetting to leave a small opening to turn it. I cheesed out and left it like that and attached a grosgrain ribbon on the edge for ties. I was so proud of that moment, ha ha. I've come a long way since then and my passion for cloth and creating continues. I enjoy making cloth dolls and like to dabble with whatever strikes my fancy. It's a journey.