This sweet little sand doll is called Perry. Years ago a child had a doll very much like Perry (in fact it was Perry, this one is a copy). A couple of talented women looked at the doll and made a pattern and 'Perry' came to live in the school Treehouse (our little shop filled with wonderful hand crafted things, craft supplies, books, laughter and on Fridays cake, coffee and tea too).
Everyone who comes into the shop admires Perry. We pick him up and love the feel of his weight in our hands. We love that he can sit, lean over and even do the splits. His torso is softy stuffed with springy wool, his cotton velour jumpsuit invites us to stroke it. When we look into his sweet little face ~ downy white mohair fringe, big brown eyes, rosey cheeks and rosebud lips...we all want to take him home, but he is not for sale.
Today one of the women who drafted the Perry pattern ran a workshop ~ it was small, just five of us but holidays started yesterday so many families have loaded their cars and driven off exploring. I wanted to go to the workshop to make a Perry doll, to share the better part of the day in the company of wonderful women, to eat good food and be free of any responsibilities for five hours ~ it was bliss!
But I don't really need another doll; the girls have plenty for their play and for cuddling. Instead I made a Perry cousin who will be for sale in the Treehouse when term goes back.
She is the purple one on the left.