Release Your Inner Squaw!
Shocking! “Squaw”! Did she really say that?
Why, yes I did. I was putting the finishing touches on Bridget, O.L.D. No. 11’s coat. As is becoming more and more frequently the case, I wanted to make a second dress for her. Something simple. Something red.
Somehow, the simple red dress with perhaps a little trim around the yoke morphed into vague recollections of pretty dresses my mother had made before I was born. They were things of beauty, vivid blue with lots of silver rickrack and I adored them. I remembered that they had a name…what were they called again?
“Dress with lots of rickrack” I entered into “Ask,” my favorite search engine for such things. The answer was swift: Squaw dresses!
Since I was styling Bridget in more of a 1940s style and squaw dresses were all the rage in the 50s, this seemed the way to go (I will justify anything when I set my mind to it. And one of the patterns was from 1948, so it counts!).
So I did! I made Bridget a Squaw dress, and after hours of toil she went up for adoption last night. You can see her page HERE.
Bridget was so much fun! She’s a flirty-eyed doll just like Dot, in that her eyes not only sleep, they move side to side. Her composition arms were barely hanging onto her body and have been firmly reattached. All that remained of her face paint was some of the lip color, one partial eyebrow, and a few painted eyelashes on the inner corner of her eye.
Also, her “wig” was a human hair wiglet made for humans, and the round, stiff base of it sat on top of her head like a pancake.
A little cleaning, a little mending on her shoulders, a few “V” snipped into the wiglet base so it would form, and voila! Bridget is ready to go. Plus, there was some sewing involved. And rickrack, let us not forget that.