The mattresses needed to fit into the halves of a flat box that I had found. I'm not sure why I chose the box, but it worked well.
Do you see the little knots to make the mattress look quilted?
I had forgotten all about them until I found these toys after I moved out. Next came the comforter and matching pillows.
Then I had beds. Apparently I decided to use some larger "practice" pillows to make something resembling a sofa or stuffed chair. Not sure where the red thing came from. Probably came with a baby doll or something when I was even younger.
Oh, the pink thing next to it... that was an attempt at crochet. No clue what I was trying to make. But I remember the pink yarn and still have that crochet hook. The rug is a scrap of fabric that I raveled the edges to look fringed.Every little girl needs a doll. And just because this girl was a rabbit was no exception.
I vaguely remember taking a bit of fluff, wadding it up tightly and covering it with a scrap. Mom tried showing me how to make French knots for the eyes by myself, but she ended up doing both eyes for me. I drew the rest of the face and hair with marker. It still didn't look like a doll until I put the red scrap over it's head.
3 comments:
This post made me laugh out loud - the mysteriously upholstered pillow/couch, the crocheted something-or-other, the meticulously knotted mattress... reminds me SO much of my own childhood mini crafts! You are so lucky to still have all those things. :)
- Grace
Just goes to show that our interests are set pretty early. Me, I was always horse-crazy and loved all critters. I played for hours with little plastic horses and Breyer model horses; drew a lot of horses, too. Sheep didn't figure into my play much then - but they sure do now!
I was like that too until the Sylvanian Families hit the market in the 80's.
The I had to have a dollhouse and little things for it. Everything got turned into a dollhouse... like when little boys turn their sister's dolls into guns. It was strange for my parents but fun for me. ;-)
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