Sometimes I find some old lace and have to create something special to allow it to live again. It may be torn, have small brown marks and even a musty smell, the smell of age, which I quite like! But such history deserves a unique platform to breath new life into hand-made lace so I sculpted my first paperclay doll with articulated limbs. She sits on a wooden seat with back and rusty wire.
Still some lace left and late 18th century silk from a tattered night-gown. More little creatures made from paperclay and well suited to lace appeared in my studio. The first demanded glasses and red hair, and a slightly prim expression, followed by a delicate blond-haired doll equally prim.