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Showing posts with label House Elf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label House Elf. Show all posts

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Ben's Wife Arrived!

Long after she was initially expected, Wilhelmina arrived, much to Benjamin's relief. With his ear to the parcel he could hear her muffled cries and was frantic for me to hurry to set her free.


Her travel box appears intact so she must have made the long trip unmolested by Customs officials in any of the countries she stopped in.


Her passport says she is the third in a line of only 76 Willies. He always knew his wife was a rare gem.


From the look of the smile just barely visible there on her face, it seems she made the trip okay and was even in a good mood. 


They were so excited to be reunited that neither worried too much about her complete lack of hair.


But I hope you agree that she is much more attractive with her custom made (by me) wig.


Benjamin got her to sit in her comfy chair while he put the kettle on for tea.


And then he rushed right back to give her a wonderful foot rub. He never, ever wants her to travel alone again! The stress of not knowing where she was really got to him!

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

A Bra For Ben?

Benjamin is feeling a bit ridiculous but he's being a good sport about modelling the bra I made for his wife, Wilhelmina. She'll be here in a week or so.


I couldn't very well make her a wardrobe without her having "the proper foundational garments" now could I?

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Fun Little Fellow

I've been helping out as a daily volunteer in my granddaughter's classroom. That commitment has left precious little time for crafting which in turn leaves little to blog about. But there HAS been one fun little addition around here. 


I HAD been selling off my ball jointed dolls, intent on leaving the hobby. This little Dream High Studio "House Elf" enchanted me and convinced me that I was missing out on too much fun.

My original intent was to style him as a drab "old man next door" type of character -- a quiet loner into books, newspapers and other solitary activities. He went along with that idea for a brief bit but is now demanding much more colour, pattern, and FUN in his life. 

With his direction and supervision I've made him a fun new chair. Now he is refusing to get into his drab old man clothes.  He wants a new wardrobe too! "Lots of colour, pattern, and FUN, just like the chair!", says he.

Oh. And apparently I'm to make another chair. He says he's intent on wooing a lovely lady he has just met via the Internet and when she comes visiting she'll need a place to sit.