There she was, sitting infront of me with those sleepy eyes and that little damage on her upper lip. I looked at her, for several days, wondering, if I should or if I should not. It was in a way a Shakespearian moment, to do or not to do.
The days went by and suddenly I sat there, in the same place, with her head off. It had turned into an Alice in Wonderland kind of moment. And I was the Queen of Hearts, silently saying off with your head.
The way down this path was like a horror story. I was scared of cutting, painting, sealing, burning, destroying and making a total mess. I wanted so much and I could see before my eyes what I wanted. Freckles. Natural. Soft. So, I started slowly with highlights and blush. Then it was time for eye lines, some soft colors and oh those eyebrows. No shaking hands, please! And total silence. The lashes made me sweat and after getting them in place, it did not feel right at all. Gladly I did not glue in the beginning, just trusting the little tape that was on the lashes - just in case, knowing me.
And I was right. Those lashes came off and now I am pleased. This is my first try and did I learn something? Yes, I did. It is learning by doing, after reading and watching a lot of youtube's. Mostly I had fun, even if I wondered along the way what I was doing. Would I do this again? Absolutely. The results are not perfect, but I like her a lot now. And even if Esther at times gave me the feeling, that she does not approve, I think she was happy about that bonding time.
I have found some fabrics and hope to sew her something new, in a different color. I have even made some patterns for new shoes. But that is another adventure.
|Esther in her softness|
|All so clean.|
|Up side down and eyes wide open.|
In no time I cleansed her and carved her eyes. No turning back, ever. Just do it, sounding like a commercial for some shoes. I wanted to run for my life, away from the craziness that I had started. 'Modding' and giving a doll a face up, even if so in small steps. Twice.
|Where is my head, she asked with fear in her voice.|
|Have you seen my head, she asked her loving friend.|
No, I have not, she said.
|So, is this it?|
|Oh, piggy, piggy. If you only knew what I have been through.|
Little she knew what was coming around the corner.
|Oh no, not again, she said.|
And what is it with the nails, she wondered.
|Esther at this moment.|
Freckles, natural and soft.
And looking a little bit p****d off.