The detail on this little Damara doll is amazing. Bought from my fellow sewing compatriot (see below). Her fingers are all individually wrapped with sewing cotton around copper wire, for definition. She has tiny little bead earrings and her hair is corn rowed down the back. Taking ito consideration that she is only about 25cm high - what amazing workmanship. On a more personal note - the fabric used is so reminescent of my childhood. 'Fasco' and 'Duitse sus'. My Mum had these fabrics in most of her little convenience stores she opened up whenever she could. Petticoats under these dresses where extrmemly important. The more petticoats you wore underneath the richer you were. I remember the sound of Lucia's petticoats as she went about helping my Mum in the house. And the smell. She smelt of Tambouti wood, from the fires she made at home. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
As I am writing this I have realised that my blogpost is to be for the love of knitting, but I am having a sewing moment. In a knitting vein - I am off to post my first yarn swop ever to America.

About Sewing Rooms

On Sunday I met with my sewing girls. We meet once a month. After a long wait one of the girls has her own sewing room. What a fabulous treat to have a dedicated sewing room. It got me thinking about the spaces we use to knit and sew. I have converted the diningroom-part of our openplan kitchen, dining and sitting room into my sewing space. That way I am close enough to the food, to stop it from burning. Does anybody else put the supper on and then toddle off to do a bit of sewing while the rice cooks? Well, I have thrown away so many burnt pots. Sewing and knitting is just so absorbing. But, hold on, I digress. About sewing spaces...... Some lucky girls have a dedicated room, some have a corner in a room, some eat on the floor because, well, you know, the dining table is the sewing spot. And then there is this wonderful woman..... from my homeland.........I wonder if she feels the same way I do about sewing? This is her space. She makes Damara dolls in traditional clothes. Her sewing space is on the side of the road. I really do wonder if we feel the same way about sewing and do we have the same dreams .... a home with a dedicted sewing room?