Tuesday, November 26, 2013
The story of Imelda
So, my mum, being the talented person that she is, rather than heading to the toy store, booked herself into a course, and made me a porcelain doll by hand. Cast the porcelain in a mould. Painted the tiny rosebud lips, eyelashes and fingernails. Sewed the beautiful (now very faded) apricot dress and cream bloomers. Placed a crown of roses in her hair. Eventually she also made one for each of my sisters. Each doll unique, with different features.
I named my doll Imelda, because she could fit in a shoebox bed, after 'The Story of Imelda, Who Was Small'. Last week, while visiting my parents, I spotted Imelda resting in a cabinet. Now, as a mum myself, I have so much more appreciation for all the effort and thought that my mum went to, creating heirloom dolls for each of her daughters.