Crafting, fertility, Freya, love, Pregnancy loss, Sewing

The story of a doll.

Trigger warning: Pregnancy loss mentioned.

IMG_4088Give my mum an old curtain, some ribbon and a sewing machine and she will knock out a tablecloth, a set of doll’s clothes and a pretty cushion cover – all in the space of about five minutes.

My nan, who sadly died before I was born, was a tailoress and not only taught my mum but also made her cool outfits as well as things for my brother when he was tiny.

Then there is me. The third generation.

I’d rather write (or read, paint, take photos or even cook) than sew, which I fear has been  a minor disappointment for my mum. She had been waiting for so long to pass on her skills but, after more than 30 years, I think she’d given up hope of that ever happening. So, when in the latter months of 2012 I found myself overwhelmed by the need to make something, it surprised us both.

In February that year I had lost my second pregnancy. Several rather traumatic months on, we made the decision to start trying again. Unlike the first two times I failed to concieve quickly.

Month after month started with such hope and then ended in absolute despair.

With an ever-growing number of negative pregnancy tests, the frustration and anguish bubbled up into a real need to do something – and, for some reason, I knew it was sewing.

I’m sure all sorts of things could be read into it (and my mental state at the time) but I wanted to make something real that I could touch and see, that couldn’t be taken away. Also something that represented hope when hope was fading.

I decided to make a (rather haphazard) version of a Tilda Angel doll with the idea that one day I could pass it on to my own little girl or boy.

My poor old mum patiently showed me how to trace patterns, cut material and re-thread that blasted sewing machine needle approximately 15,000 times.

The doll wasn’t perfect, by any means, but she was as good as I could make her.

And, despite buying an array of books with a view to making all sorts of pretty things, once she was finished the need to make anything else disappeared as quickly as a summer storm. I’m pretty sure that was relief I saw on my mum’s face.


When I finally had my own healthy baby in my arms and the chaos of motherhood took over, the doll was consigned to the box on top of the wardrobe and forgotten.

Until today.

As it was raining I got the dressing up basket out but thought “why should Freya have all the fun?” so I went to fetch my wedding dress. As I was getting the box down the doll fell off the top and Freya immediately grabbed it, hugged it close and proclaimed she loved Pearl, as she named her.

It was like deja vu.

The dream becoming a reality right before my eyes made me stop in my tracks. It felt like the final piece of a puzzle had slotted into place. I think I actually exclaimed: “Oh!”

How often does that happen in life? Rarely, I think, but I am so thankful to have experienced it.



15 thoughts on “The story of a doll.”

  1. aww. What a special moment.

    Anyway sewing is so overrated, my children’s Cubs/Rainbows/Brownies badges look just awesome piled up on the sideboard… 😕


      1. I’ve tried all the short cuts, even *shudders* ironing them on.
        I totally admire those who can take fabric, needle and thread and produce magic.


    1. I love that word and it’s the perfect description. I don’t think I’m cut out for sewing, I don’t have the patience (or the time). Freya was reading those books though so there is hope for the fourth generation 🙂

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  2. What a beautiful story! Thank you for sharing this special moment!! Have you tried knitting as a craft? It’s so easy to knock up a scarf you can read your kindle while you do it once you’ve got it down! xx


    1. Thank you for reading 🙂 I just don’t think I’m cut out for it. I have no patience at all. I can’t believe you knit and read, now that’s impressive.


      1. My grandmother taught me when I was very young because I couldn’t sit still and it drove her mad! Anyway turned out I can sit still if I am doing something…I still can’t sit still if I am not occupied though…


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