To say that I don't know what i am doing is an understatement. But this afternoon as I started attaching the heads to the bodies I remembered that I love to make dolls. I love the creation of someone/something with a personality. These arms and legs are so lumpy... but soon I will start making their clothing and painting them and who knows what they will be like.

I wish I had a photograph of the doll I made in 3rd grade. It was Father Serra (California mission history). His body was a dish soap container, his head clay and I made him eyeglasses. The teacher liked him and I knew I had made something good. 

Can't wait to work some more tomorrow.