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Undressing Dolls

Whilst at the show on Saturday I asked when the booklet was published giving details of the categories – turns out its April.  That provides a whole five months preparation time as opposed to the two days I had – my own fault I know.  So the only thing I made specifically for the show was this little bunny.

Everything else was just stuff I’d made that I still had hold of at the time.  Apparently the categories are mostly the same but last year’s Needlepoint Item became this year’s Handmade Toy.

The only item I started last year with the view of finishing in time for this year’s show was a lace shawl and that got as far as 26 rows so not much of a finished item there.  So with that in mind I decided that whatever the categories for next year I won’t purposely make something purely for the show I’ll just make stuff I like and hopefully there will be enough suitable categories for me to win, er I mean enter.

With that in mind my biggest weakness is Handmade Toy – I don’t really do sewn toys of the detailed calibre of Auntie Eleanor…

Does this count as rag doll pornography?

 A full head of hair despite the bonnet and even an additional line of wool to cover the parting

This is the INSIDE of the underskirt – which has a lined bodice and super neat finish where it meets the skirt

A couple of pin tuck pleats on the bottom of the skirt and a lace trim

I finally persuaded her to put on her dress and bonnet but she insisted on showing off her little felt shoes

And here’s her little embroidered face with felt cheeks and eyes which are surrounded by tiny, tiny blanket stitches

Heck whenever I do dresses for me it tends to be in a rush so even they don’t reach the fine finishing standard of Auntie En’s doll’s underskirt. So I’ll have to give this category some serious thought as I know full well I haven’t got the patience to produce a sewn doll anything close to this.

I would also point out that when I was little and relatives started going abroad on holiday (which was a rarity at the time) they would bring back national costume dressed dolls for me.  I was given a Greek one, a flamenco dancer, a Scottish piper, a Welsh lady (okay those two are not technically abroad) and one in a pink sparkly dress.  I have no idea where that one was from possibly because by this point in time dolls were confiscated before I could get me little paws on them.  As we know I have a curious nature and which extended to wanting to know what was under the dresses and of course these dolls weren’t to the calibre of Auntie En’s with buttons and ribbons – they were glued so as you can imagine when I’d finished with them they didn’t look quite the same as when they started out.

My crafty entries

Here’s the stuff I’m entering in tomorrow’s Village Show.  You’ll have to excuse the doll’s somewhat un-chaste demeanour – I wanted you to see her underskirt (which is a full one) and her bloomers.  I have to admit I didn’t make her – she is my Auntie Eleanors’s creation.

Please bear in mind if you comment that I don’t want to read the words ‘over the top’!  I was going to cut it back and save some for next year but then I thought ‘Hey, seize that carp, you might get hit by a bus before then.’

Rainford Show – already!

Can you believe that it’s already 12 months since our last village show and despite me having kept the trophy I jointly won last year here for the last 12 months…

 

 

 

as seen entering the hall/dining room from the side door and kitchen

as seen entering the dining hall from the front porch and it, obviously, being fully visible when walking down the stairs or indeed in and out of the lounge I still hadn’t got round to returning it.

We had a lovely visit from Lorna and Mike last week with cupcakes and not so lovely courgettes (blahhhhhh) – actually if they’d brought three I could have entered them in the show.  Despite one being almost the size of a marrow I couldn’t pass it off as one as they apparently need to be 16 inches! Anyhoo, Lorna asked if I would be entering this year’s show and I said yes if I hadn’t been blacklisted for not returning the trophy so the co-winner could have it for the second half of the year – she had said I could keep it for the full year as she’d kept it on top of a cupboard and put stuff in it but I wasn’t convinced she meant it.  So when I called at the doctors’ today I stopped by the library too and picked up this…

 

Just the book not the knitting, that came later, and I’ve phoned the lady responsible for the Domestic Section (ah yes, domestic – that’s me all over – it also includes Confectionery and Preserves) and I can return the trophy on Saturday when I drop off my entries for this year.

So on my sewing table at the moment I have this pile to sort through…

The sections I’ve decided to enter are cross stitch picture, handmade toy, knitted garment, crochet item.  There’s no limit to the number of items you can enter in the categories I’ve picked! Ohhhh I’m so excited!  I excluded scrapbook page 12″ x 12″ and handcrafted greetings card. I think I should just about find enough to enter but I have started a new handmade toy as well.  I mean there’s £2.50 at stake for first prize and the radiator cabinet looks bear without the trophy! (It’s currently undergoing a pre-award ceremony pampering session.)

Other ‘Domestic Section’ type creative spaces can be viewed here.

With regard to my trip to the GP this morning (where I babbled like a cranked up three year old rather than kept it to the point) it turns out that the area of altered sensation in my forearm relates to C7 – no worries there then as the loosening is C6 – right? Wrong I got my number wrong – I double checked my blog entry from February and indeed I had initially been told C7 but had somehow transformed that to C6 between then and now.  My GP was able to confirm it was C7 by looking at the x-ray report from February on her computer (remember the one that ‘wasn’t on file’ at the hospital on Tuesday).  So long story short (I really babbled and repeated myself) my lovely GP is faxing a letter to the Prof at the Royal today about doing an MRI on the relevant vertebra and should I get any pain or weakness in the meantime I have to contact them immediately.  She did say that the vertebra could just be irritating the nerve or it could even be a local, non-myeloma related problem round the elbow.

When I went in I said that I’d come for some peace of mind and after it all she said ‘Have I made it worse?’

The thing is she hadn’t.  If at the hospital on Tuesday they’d x-rayed my cervical spine and said ‘There’s nothing new showing, sod off and only come back next week if it’s still numb’ I would have quite merrily tottered off and enjoyed a good night’s sleep.  But I left with doubts and I know a little knowledge is a dangerous thing and this is why I ask questions to satisfy my naturally extremely curious nature because at the end of the day I’m a typist not a hema, haemer – a blood doctor and when I do ask questions I want to receive an answer that sufficiently satisfies my enquiring mind!

I am a Winner!

Hey what can I say, I entered 7 things in the local ‘village’ show and 6 won something!

CROSS STITCH – 1st & 2nd

Mirabillia Autumn Queen – Let’s have a close up of the little lady…

Donna Kooler – Carousel Horses in Cross Stitch – Whirlwind September

KNITTING – 1st & 3rd

Stole in tweed stitch with knit on border

2nd was a child’s aran jacket

Here’s what the Victoria sponge knitting became – a friend has already pulled her face at the colour choice – she’s very traditional about babies and pale colours.  I pointed out that although I like the colour choice I started in on Monday when I started feeling better after the stomach upset and had to use what I had in as I would have used more cream in the lacy bit but beggars can’t be choosers.

CROCHET – 1st & 3rd

I am so proud of this because it is my own pattern.  Basically because necessity is the mother of invention.  I went online to find a pattern last night and the laptop threw a wobbler so at 22:30 I had to decide whether to cobble something together myself or carry on fiddling with the computer.  Fortunately I went with the cobble option.  We had to make a special trip with the cupcake this morning and I think it won because I requested that B kiss is before it left the car!  A lady wants me to make her one – she collects cupcakes and would like a chocolate one crocheted.

It as so weird – in a pleasant way – standing there whilst people said how much they liked it without knowing it was mine.

2nd was a crochet hat with a little flower attached.

Some of my Share a Square squares.  I took about 25 last night but wasn’t able to arrange them at the time so I left five in a little fan shape so they could be moved over to their judging position.

Here’s the little lonely square that didn’t win a bean – bit I still love it.

And I jointly won the Nevins Limited Silver Trophy for most points in the Handicrafts Section.  I get six months with it and then have to give it back.  When the joint winner pointed out that she had won it for the last two years I said she was welcome to keep it for the full 12 months if it had left a gap on her sideboard.  She said no I was welcome to do what she had with it, when she got over the disappointment that it was a tray and not a trophy, and that was stick it on top of a cupboard and fill it with junk – no sour grapes there then.  I have nailed it to the front of the house with a sign so big it can be seen from the moon!

Other highlights of the show were cabbages that were about three times the size of my head, parsnips and leaks about the same height as me (no they just seemed that way, they are about three feet long however), wellies and a TV filled with plants, a divine looking baked blackberry cheesecake, a two foot high junk sculpture plaster of paris type mushroom and a gorgeous needlepoint dining room chair seat (not by me).

It’s just as well I now have  a tray to prove I am a fine upstanding member of the community as I may need to produce it at the local police station later.  My Auntie Ann has gone to the potentially last (potentially because there may be a home based play-off) game of the Saints in their old stadium.  They have played there for 120 years.  My Auntie Ann has attended the last 46ish years.  When we left her house this afternoon I told her to do her utmost not to get arrested (bit of role reversal there, surely she should be telling me) for causing a breach of the peace or by chaining herself to her seat, a gate, a player, etc.  Should it hit the news, internationally probably, we don’t know who she is – I’ve decided I can’t risk loosing the tray!