When I was a little girl, my mother made this dolly for me. Her name is Maid Marion.
She is worn and floppy but filled with love and memories. I've thought about giving her a redo. I could stitch down her hair where it is coming lose, stuff up her body a bit and stiffen up her neck, but I don't want to change anything my mother did. So worn and floppy she remains but with love and memories.I love the retro polka dots and her dark turquoise skirt. My mother made her bloomer/shorts out of a rough feeling fabric.
I'm sure she cut up old clothes to make Maid Marion. She was like that. Great at putting together something scrappy and making it beautiful.
My mother also made these yarn flowers by the hundreds. I remember she used them all over to decorate her crafts and quilts. These ones are larger than the regular flowers she made but they hold Marions hair nicely.
Mothers are one of God's greatest creations. My mother passed away almost 7 years ago. I'm thankful she was my mother and that I still have this piece of her love for me.
It's so nice to have the doll; you can just feel your mother's love all over again when you look at her. My mother will have been gone 24 years in June and I still miss the times we quilted together and her special friendship. I hope Maid Marion will be around for a long, long time.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet doll with such sweet history.
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