It’s Not Over Because She Can’t Sing
“It is I, let me in!” the awful sound repeated.
“I think that sound is supposed to be music. Somebody’s singing!” said Betty.
“You mean trying to sing,” corrected Dot.
Meet (Brun)Hilda! O.L.D. No. 00032. You can see her adoption page HERE.
Do you ever have those times when you sing everything? Heaven knows I do! Rattling around in this old house, alone for days on end – except for the Once-Loved Dolls that surround me. Sometimes I narrate my entire day in song, making up the words and tune as I go.
Well, that kind of time is where Hilda dwells. She sings. She sings everything! And unfortunately, she can’t carry a tune. However, fortunately, it’s still not an offensive sound that comes from between her lips. It’s quite endearing, actually. Deciding to turn her into a Viking Opera singer was an easy decision to make.
She arrived without eyelashes! A lot of these dolls have this problem. Usually I give them a bit of eyeliner, which is much easier than the more involved methods I’ve run across that would have you smashing a doll’s head in half with a hammer, removing the eye mechanism, replacing the eyelashes, re-installing the eyes, and patching the head, painting the repaired seam to match. A bit of eyeliner sounds WAY more doable.
But with Hilda I noticed that the little slit where her eyelashes had been was really quite large. Ooh! I decided to give it a try. I got two little paintbrushes with natural bristles and after a few tries, voila! It worked!
The “rivets” on Hilda’s helmet, breastplate and shield are tiny different-sized beads that I sewed on individually by hand. I was complaining a bit to Julie about how hard to was to sew these beads with a needle and thread through two layers of leather and a third layer of chipboard.
“Um….” I had no good answer. “I just wanted to use leather, is all…” I mumbled.
Then, when she finally got to see the doll via the listing, Julie asked, “How did you get all those pits into it? It looks like real metal!”
“Yes, well, that’s why I wanted to use leather!” I cried. “I was planning it that way the whole time!” Sometimes my sub-conscious knows things way before I do…bless Julie’s heart, she puts up with a lot. A LOT. And bless her also, she’s always excited to see these dolls after hearing about them all week.
So now Hilda, aka Brunhilda (with an “a”) is ready to go. I shall miss our duets! She truly has been a joy to work with, bruised and pricked fingers and all.
Georgette was adopted by Michelle E. in Colorado! I’ve actually lost count of how many O.L.D.’s she has. Whatever the number, it’s a record, I know that. Thank you, Michelle!
And with that I leave you. Happy Wednesday, you’re my favorite, tra-la-lah! (that was me, singing)…