This
is what I was going to post yesterday until I got carried away by hiraeth and
the River Towy.
25 August 2018 at 22:35 ·
My current project is dressing a
doll to donate to the Admiral Nurses to give to someone with dementia (the
ladies seem to find something to cuddle and care for soothing).
I regularly see suitable naked dolls on sale
in charity shops.
Today I have been
knitting a pair of leggings but the pattern needed to be adapted so the foot
was more sock-like. I discussed this
with Fester and we agreed it was a sort of 3D Geometry problem.
When I'd finished the first half/leg I tried it on the doll and showed it to him.
"It
looks ok" I said "only it nearly goes up to her armpit."
"That's
alright" says he "as long as it's comfortable."
I don't honestly think the doll's
going to be that bothered about comfort.
Sweet of him though...
Sandy "Doll therapy" really can help some people with
dementia to a remarkable degree. It's a proper kind thing to do and genuinely
helps.
But there was that one time I tried to give a rather sweet
little old lady her doll; she declined it quite politely, saying she'd been
babysitting for the last three nights and it must be someone else's turn to
look after the bairn.
Here
she is all dressed up and ready to go.
I called her Clementine.
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