“Mommy, can you make a doll for me?”
This simple question, asked by my daughter when she was five years old, was the beginning of my doll-making endeavors.
I had worked as an economist; as a development specialist for Ghana, Togo, and Benin; and as a manager for projects working to reduce mother-to-child transmission of HIV/AIDS.
Those experiences were richly rewarding, but I needed a creative outlet. I turned to quilting in 2002 and found that cutting up perfectly good fabric and using it to create pictures was both challenging and fulfilling. In 2010, a long-forgotten memory of the very first (and very worst) quilt I made surfaced and I wrote about it here.
May I make a doll for you?