With only a few weeks left
before Christmas,
things are winding down in the
doll making business...
and racking up a notch in
'getting the house ready for Christmas'.
before Christmas,
things are winding down in the
doll making business...
and racking up a notch in
'getting the house ready for Christmas'.
This year just seemed the perfect year
for a pink and red themed tree.
With all three little grand daughters
all wanting pink dolls for Christmas,
I have been quite emersed
in that colour these past few weeks.
Along with the doll making,
inevitably comes a
desire to collect
art dolls from other talented doll makers.
So this years Christmas decorating has
evolved into
an easy mix of just a
few decorations
combined with some new additions
to my little collection of
incredible art dolls.
As time is at a premium this year...
and I am completely worn out...
this was all I could muster, I'm afraid.
Please excuse the lack of a Nativity scene.
I promise....next year I WILL be more
organized.
The first to greet our visitors,
is little Ellis
sitting in her bright pink
over stuffed chair.
She is a little preoccupied
with the thought
that she may have forgotten
to post off her letter to Santa...
Oh goodness gracious me!
Yes! She DID forget!!!
Deary me....wonder if it is not
too late to send it now...
Will he get it in time for Christmas Eve??
Her little friend, Ophelia arrives,
and tries to reassure Ellis
that Santa WILL bring her gifts
when he drops by.
Ellis is not completely convinced of this,
and struggles
with the shock of
MAYBE
not getting ANY presents for Christmas.
High above the forlorn little girls,
sits another, who goes by the name
She is in her own little quandary...
quite perplexed.
...not able to make any sense
of this festive time of year.
Just WHY do we hang coloured baubles
on artificial trees??
If it is really about a baby's birth...
how does Santa living at the North Pole
and a herd of flying reindeers
(with helper elves)
figure in the whole thing??
Tipper couldn't make any sense of it.
Meanwhile...
On the other side of the small glowing tree,
the pirate mermaid,
has settled down to relax.
She is dreaming of what a
White Christmas
might be like.
Having heard all about such things...
she can only imagine
what it would feel like
to be surrounded with frozen water...
in place of the usual warm waters
she is accustomed to.
Hmmm...might have to look at
buying some
winter woollens
if next years holiday includes ice and snow...
As Hilda, contemplates
how and where she is going to find
woollen tail and fin covers to fit snuggly...
two other Gothic Beauties
finally arrive,
after their long flight
from Scotland.
Dezeria Mandles, the pirate,
and Wenda Starpin.
It feels so good to just sit and unwind,
in the apartment above Hildas,
as they nestle into the pretty pink pearls.
Both were excited to be seeing Hilda again,
and looked froward
to being able to swap stories
and tell tales
of their recent journeys.
On the foyer table
things have evolved into
a scene of mostly silver and white
with just a touch of pink.
All is calm and bright.
The angels have no
reason to be concerned or perplexed.
They are all very content to
just listen to the
Christmas carols
playing on the
CD player.
The ever so tiny,
decides to wake up from her
transparent locket,
and joins with the angels.
She does a joyful little fairy dance
on the toes of
and Nolene Charmloop,
before she flies away to
discover the delights on the
big Christmas tree.
discover the delights on the
big Christmas tree.
The angels are blissfully unaware
of missing presents
or late letters to Santa.
From the other side of the
big Christmas tree
there comes a beautiful
pink glow.
The Lithuanian Lovelies...
Julia, Fae and Ella,
have gathered together,
to watch over the
tiny babe
in the gentle glow
of a hundred pink fairylights.
The tiny babe
could find no cradle,
and so a single rose
became his bed.
Then in the distance,
there came the
patter
of little feet.
A beautiful blue angel,
from a far away land...
(Lithuania)
arrived with tidings of
comfort and joy.
With her,
there came three weary
little travelers.
(No, the angel didn't walk,
...angels have wings, so she flew in the air)
The patter of tiny little feet came
NOT from the angel.
But rather,
from those three little travelers,
I was telling you about,
who had journeyed from Chile.
They had been following
yonder star...
The little band of wise and weary
had heard the angels glad tidings,
and had gone in search of the tiny babe.
This reminds me of a
similar story from long ago.
A story of incredible happenings,
and an
indiscribable gift.
If you actually stop
and pause to think
about all that actually transpired that
evening, when the heavenly angels
sang to the shepherds keeping watch...
...well...it always makes my heart sing.
.........♥ooo000♥000ooo♥.........
Wishing you all,
the peace and contentment
of this Season.
Wise men still seek Him.
(For those of you who are wanting some more info on where I was able to procure these
marvellous art dolls...
each doll's name is a link to the shop/fb page where I found them. Just click on it!)
~posted by Vicki.
