Yesterday was four years to the day since my maternal grandmother, Nan, passed away. She is sorely missed. Nan was an amazing woman, who was always at the centre of family gatherings, keeping everyone in tears of laughter with the tales she told. She was the most wonderful cook – her Yorkshire Puddings were legendary, and her cakes and biscuits were always mouthwateringly delicious. Nan was also an extremely accomplished seamstress and, although she was always proud of her grandchildren, I think she lamented the fact that none of us could so much as sew a button on. Sadly, I only started to learn to sew in March 2009, just a month before she died, so she never got to see how much my sewing progressed or to see what pleasure it has brought to me. I think she would be thrilled and proud to know that finally one of her grandchildren has taken up needle and thread!
I finished making this doll yesterday, on the anniversary of Nan’s death, and so I felt that it would be fitting to name the doll in her memory. So, let me introduce you to Dot (short for Doris). Dot is a bit more glamorous than Flo, I think. Perhaps it’s the darker lips, or the fact that she isn’t blushing coyly. In any case, Nan never left the house without her lipstick, so I think she would approve