Day Seven of No Thrift Shopping

Today I remembered some great old wooden clothes pins I bought way back when I was still thrift shopping.

They have aged well. I found them in my basement screaming for a new purpose in life. (well, that could have been me screaming, i didn't stop to check.)

I found some pipe cleaners that matched the wood tone fairly well.

Under my bed I found a few pair of old jeans and some wool felt. (what? what's under YOUR bed?)

Now, since I am still suffering from making anything permanent, I used double-sided tape to stick things down. Once I get something that I like, I can pull it off and use it for a pattern. Somewhere, I also have wool for hair. But, when I stuck on the stuffing, well, it looked a lot like MY hair.

If I REALLY get into this, I will bake them some shoes from polymer clay. They seem to look like they need MaryJanes. And, purses. Maybe a scarf. Nicer painted faces, too.

Recently, while I was stitching the little doll for Famke, I thought how nice it would be to have a little doll in MY purse to keep ME quiet and happy in waiting rooms. Presently, I have a key-chain Boggle game, but as you can well imagine, it is noisy. Why, with small white-haired clothes pin dolls, I could have imaginary conversations with my little doll friends. I could inquire about their parent's health, ask what they are making for dinner, get tips on the best thrift stores and engage in lively discussion about politics and religion. (they are small and could easily be thrown from a window.)

It might catch on. You just never know.