I made my inner child doll, she is a wee bit worn out. I made her to resemble my extended childhood. I almost put her out in the yard, because I would forget my toys...and remember finding them in the yard, I would panic thinking my little friends alone and scared in the dark. I encluded a picture of her on the floor, since she is designed to flop on the floor well. I have not figured out how to rotate pictures, so ya' all can watch my techie skills grow with my blog. The doll's name is Flora, after a book I had as a child called Miss Flora Mc Flimsy. My Flora wears one shoe, in my art I have many red shoes, but red would not go with her dress. I did a close up of the dress I made from a hand towel I found at a flea market, a slip with old lace from a sleave of a long dead realitive. A wisp of red hair I was always 'fixing' my dolls hair. My mother was a wonderful seamstress, so her quality does not represent my mother's skill. But reflects my prolonged wild childhood, that ended just a few years ago. So it is easy to tap into the fun I had along the way. My favorite age was five, and I loved the unsupervised summer time. I could go on and on about being a kid. Best wishes to all. LIzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy