This is the story of friends. One who told a story, and one who helped me complete a vision.
"I had a smock apron when I was young (probably 4-5 years old). It had two large pockets on the front.....one had "Penny" embroidered on the pocket.....and the other had "Candy" embroidered on it.
Since my maternal grandmother lived across the street from us and she and my mom were really close, my grandmother always walked over to our house each morning as my mom was cleaning up from breakfast. I usually had the honor of letting her in (since I was usually watching at the screen door for her). She'd come in and put a penny in my "Penny" pocket and a peppermint in my "Candy" pocket if I was wearing my apron (which I was more often than not) and then take my face in her hands and give me a kiss. Her hands always smelled like oranges."
That's Ellie's story.
And this doll is for her.
In my version, I painted little oranges on a pink smock, and I kept the Penny Candy letters very juvenile, as a child might paint them, rather than literally embroidering them on there. I used daisies for trim because that was a popular 70's print. I painted her legs with stripes and then sanded and distressed them to imply the passage of time. I removed her hair, them trimmed and dyed it with three shades of Ranger alcohol ink. I didn't make the face on this doll - I used an existing doll and trimmed off the eyelashes and repainted her. Below are a few pictures of her transformation.
I tried over and over to make the shirt and shorts, but
I am not a pattern maker. My friend Rosie saved the day.
She helped me by taking lots of time creating special patterns just for this
doll. I couldn't have done this without her. When I cut them out and
sewed them, they fit perfectly. So now Ellie's doll has her own custom-made
clothing, specially designed for her: blouse, shorts and apron.
But there was only one problem...
Roan, my cat, fell in love with her. He
kept stealing her every chance he got.
I often found him sleeping with her, or I'd discover her
secreted away in one of his hiding spots under the bed.
"Roan's Dolly" became the joke of the house for
the several weeks I was working on her.
I guess I'll have to buy him a kitty Barbie.